The Psalmes of David The King And Prophet, And Of other holy Prophets, paraphas'd in English: Conferred with the Hebrew Veritie, set forth by B. Arias Montanus, together with the Latine, Greek Septuagint, and Chaldee Paraphrase. By R. B. [i.e. Richard Brathwait] |
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Psal. 38. Domine, ne in furore.
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Psal. 38. Domine, ne in furore.
Psalmus Davidis ad commemorandum.
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My faults, let no reproofe of thine,Lord, in thy wrath repeat:
Nor chastise any crime of mine
in thy displeasures heat.
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A show'r of arrowes shot from thee,come storming on my crowne:
And some of them sticke fast in mee,
thy hand doth presse mee downe.
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My flesh is all un-sound within,in thy displeasure lest:
My bones, by reason of my sin,
are of their peace bereft.
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My wickednesses heaped store,above my head is gone:
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for mee to beare alone.
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My festred stripes a loathsome sent,my foolishnesse bewray:
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So crooked I, so bow'd, so bent,goe mourning all the day.
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My flankes inflam'd with scorching smarts,that in my boiles abound:
My flesh, that hath so many parts,
not any part hath sound.
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I feeble am, and broken sore,in mine unquiet fits:
For griefe of heart I groan and roare,
my paine so neere mee sits.
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Before thee, Lord, my whole desire,my sighes not hid from thee:
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My heart doth pant, my strength expire,mine eye-sight not with mee.
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Alooffe my loving neighbours stood,before my stroake at hand:
My friends, the neerest of my bloud,
strove who should furthest stand.
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And they that seeke my soule, set snares,that evill search and say:
To circumvent mee unawares,
went musing all the day.
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I like a deafe man am become,that heares no sound at all:
As from whose mouth (a man strook dumbe)
not any word doth fall.
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As one not hearing, held I fastmine eares, mine answers hold;
As one un-meeke, reproofes to cast,
whose mouth was not the mold.
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Because, O Lord, I wait for thee,for thee my hopes awake:
Thou, Lord my God, shalt answer mee,
and answer for mee make.
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Heare mee in this distresse (said I)lest they rejoyce at mee:
And when my foot but steps awry,
they magnifie to see.
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And ready sure I am to halt,so hard thy hand doth straine:
Continually with fresh assault,
before mee is my paine.
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My crimes I freely will confesse,and openly declare:
Be sorry for my sinnes excesse,
with un dissembled care.
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Yet live my mighty foes the while,their power with mine compare:
And they that doubled hate with guile,
how multipli'd they are!
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And they that evill pay for good,for gaine returne mee losse:
Against mee that for goodnesse stood,
ungraciously stand crosse.
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Me doe not thou, O Lord, forsake,nor farre from mee be gone:
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My God, more haste to help mee make,Lord, my salvation.
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