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

I will at all times blesse the Lord;
His praises still record;
And whilst my soule of God makes choice
The humble shall rejoyce.
The Lord with me O magnifie;
Exalt His Name on high;
I sought Him, who my prayer heard,
And sav'd from all I fear'd.

They look'd to Him, and light'ned were
No shame their faces beare:
For God did at the poor man's cry,
Relieve his misery.
His Angell those environs round,
Who in His fear are sound.
O tast, and see how good is Hee
To such as faithfull be.

O fear the Lord, yee Saints of His;
For such no blessings misse.

Young Lions often lacking prey,
With hunger pine away.
But those that seek His Covenant
No good thing ever want,
Come children, hearken to my speech;
I you His feare will teach.

What man is he, long life doth crave;
Or happy dayes would have?
Keep thou thy tongue from wicked wile,
Thy lips from speaking guile.
Depart from ill, in good encrease;
Pursue, and seek for peace.
For on the just God casts His eyes,
His eares admit their cryes.

Against the bad He sets his face,
To cut them from their place.
The righteous cry, and God attends;
In trouble safety sends.
He doth in broken hearts delight,
And saveth soules contrite.
Great troubles on the righteous fall,
But He releives in all.

He keeps the number of each bone;
Nor broken shall be one.
Transgressors their own mischeifs slay,
And with just vengeance pay.

All such as doe the righteous hate,
Shall soone be desolate.
For God His servants soules redeems,
And deare their faith esteems.

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Psal. XXXIV.