The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

My God, My God upon me look;
O wherefore hast Thou me forsook
Why help'st Thou not, when I implore?
Nor hear'st, when I through anguish roare?
O God by day to Thee I cry;
But Thou Thy audience dost deny:
And in the night, when I should sleep,
My sorrowes will not silence keep.

But Thou in Holinesse dost dwell,
O Thou the praise of Israel!

Our Fathers plac'd their trust in Thee;
And Thy deliverance set them free.
They cry'd to Thee, surpriz'd with feare,
And from Confusion saved were.
But I a worme, and no man am;
Reproach of men, and peoples shame.

Beholders Me their pastime make,
Shoot out their lip, their head they shake.
He trusted God, that He would save:
See, if from him he safety have.
But Thou didst take me from the womb;
And ever since my hope become.
On Thee, when on the breast I hung,
And from the birth, my care was flung.

When trouble's neare, O be not far:
Since left to me no helpers are.
For many bulls with bellowing sound,
Strong bulls of Bashan girt me round.
They gape like Lions Me about;
I am like water powred out.
My bones disjoynted torture crackes;
My heart within me melts like Waxe.

My strength is like a Pot-sheard dry'd;
My tongue up to my Palate ty'd.
Thou brought'st me down unto the grave:
For dogs my life encompast have.

Assemblies of the wicked meet;
They pierced have my hands and feet:
My bones stick out, consum'd and bare;
Whil'st they remorselesse on me stare.

They now to part my garments hast,
And Lots upon my vesture cast.
But be not far from me, O Lord;
My soule deliver from the sword.
My darling save from rav'ning jawes
Of dogs, and from the Lions pawes.
For thou hast heard me from the hornes
Of fierce assayling Unicornes.

I to my brethren will proclaime
The Praises due to Thy great Name.
Yee that fear God, all Iacobs line,
And Israëls seed in Prayses joyne.
Th' afflicted He did nere despise;
Nor hid His face, but heard their cries.
My praise, and vowes devout to Thee
Shall in thy Church performed be.

He to the meeke will plenty give:
The hearts, that seek Him, ever live.
Far as the world extends it's bound,
Religious Converts shall be found.
They shall remember, and implore;
And ev'ry Kindred Him adore.

For God's the Kingdome is, whose sway
All Nations of the Earth obay.

The rich, who on Earth's fatnesse feed;
Ev'n to the Soule that dies for need;
All from the throne unto the dust,
Before Him bow, and worship must.
All these shall serve Him in their seed,
And sons to God adopted breed:
Who to succession shall proclaime
His righteousnesse, and awfull Name.

University of Virginia Library

Psal. XXII.