The Psalmes of David Translated Into Lyrick-Verse according to the scope, of the Original. And Illustrated, with a Short Argument, and a breife Prayer, or Meditation; before, & after, every Psalme. By George Wither |
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[As nigh Babel streames wee sate]
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As nigh Babel streames wee sate,(Full of greefs, & vnbefreinded)
Minding Syon's pore estate,
From our eyes, the teares descended;
And, our Harps wee hanged, by,
On the willowes, growing nigh.
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For, (insulting on our woe)They, that vs had there inthralled,
(Their imperious powre to showe)
For a song of Syon, called.
Come yee Captives, come, said they;
Sing vs now, an Hebrewe Lay.
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But, oh Lord, what hart had wee?In a forraigne habitation,
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For our spoiler's recreation?
Ah, alas! wee cannot, yet,
Thee, Ierusalem, forget.
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Oh Ierusalem! if IDo not mourne, (all pleasure shunninge)
Whilst thy walls defaced lie;
Let my righthand, loose his cunninge:
And, for ever, let my tounge
To my Pallet, fast be Clung.
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Oh remember, blessed Lord,E're Ierusalem was wasted,
How the sonns of Edom roar'd;
And, her totall ruine hasted:
Till, they levell, all had laid,
Rase it, rase it quite, they said.
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But, thou shalt be spoiled thus;And, be vs'd (oh Babels daughter)
Iust as thou hast vsed vs.
And, that man, who in thy slaughter,
On the stones, thy Child'ren braines,
Shall be blessed, for his paines.
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