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Psalm VII. Domine, Deus meus.

O Lord, my God, thou art my trustfull stay:
O save me from this persecutions show'r:
Deliver me in my endangerd way.
Least Lion-like, he doe my soule devoure;
And cruelly in many peeces teare,
While I am voide of any helping pow'r.
O Lord, my God, if I did not forbeare
Ever from deede of any such desert:
If ought my handes of wickednes do beare:

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If I have byn unkinde for frendly part:
Nay if I wrought not for his freedoms sake,
Who causlesse now, yeeldes me a hatefull hart:
Then let my foe chase me, and chasing take:
Then lett his foote upon my neck be set:
Then in the dust lett hym my honor rake.
Arise, ô Lord, in wrath thy self up sett
Against such rage of foes; awake for me
To that high doom, which I by thee must gett.
So shall all men with laudes inviron thee
Therefore ô Lord lift up thy throne on high
That ev'ry folk thy wondrous acts may see.
Thou Lord, the people shalt in judgment try:
Then Lord, my Lord give sentence on my side
After my clearnesse, and my equity.
O let their wickednes no longer bide
From comming to the well deserved end:
But still be thou to just men justest guide.
Thou righteous proofes to hartes and reines dost send:
And all my helpe from none but thee is sent,
Who dost thy saving-health to true men bend.
Thou righteous art, thou strong, thou pacient:
And each day art provok'd thyne ire to show:
And if this man will not learn to repent,
For hym thou whettst thy sword and bend'st thy bow,
And hast thy deadly armes in order brought,
And ready art to lett thyne Arrowes go.
Lo he that first conceav'd a wretched thought,
And greate with child of mischief travel'd long,
Now brought a bed, hath brought nought foorth but nought.
A pitt was digg'd by this man vainly strong,
But in the pitt he ruin'd first did fall,
Which fall he made, to doe his neighbour wrong.
He against me doth throw, but down it shall
Upon his pate; his paine emploied thus
And his own ill, his own head shall appall.
I will give thancks unto the Lord of us
According to his heav'nly equity,
And will to highest name yeeld praises high.