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. 39. Dixi custodiam.
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Psal. 39. Dixi custodiam.
Ad Præstantem, ad Jeduthun, Psalmus David.
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What waies my wary foot shall presse,I will (said I) take heed:
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advisedly proceed.
My mouth from speaking word amisse,
as with a bridle curbe,
Before mee while the wicked is,
lest some distaste disturbe.
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With stilnesse dumb I nothing spake,from termes I did refraine,
Even good, untill my heart did ake,
and troubled, was my paine.
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My heart was hot in my desire,which silence smoth'red long:
While thus I mus'd, out burst the fire,
then spake I with my tongue.
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Lord, make mee know my journies end,the measure of my daies:
That I may learne what is to spend,
how ceasing soon my waies.
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Loe, thou hast given my daies a span,my world as nothing plaine:
Before thee every settled man
is (doubtlesse) wholly vaine.
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Sure, shadow-like, man makes a shew,in vaine they vexe their mind:
He heaps up goods, and doth not know
what gatherer them shall find.
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And now, Lord, what doe I expect?on whom doe I attend?
On thee doe all my hopes reflect,
in thee begin and end.
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From all my foes deliver mee,that on my shame encroach;
And make mee not for faults to thee,
to be the fooles reproach.
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As one strook dumbe, depriv'd of sense,complaint my mouth made none;
Nor opened once that two-leav'd fence,
for thou didst what was done.
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Thy plague away from mee revoke,more than I can withstand:
That am consumed by the stroke
of thy resistlesse hand.
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When man for sinne thy chastning wroth,with stripes calls home againe:
Thou melt'st his beauty like a Moth;
sure, earthly man is vaine.
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Heare, Lord, my praier, and with thine eares,consider of my cries:
Hold not thy peace, my speaking teares,
hot-showring from mine eies.
For I a stranger am with thee,
nor seat have certaine here:
A sojourner thou harbour'st mee,
as all my fathers were.
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O spare mee with a little breath,my strength to mee restore:
Before I goe from hence to death,
and then I be no more.
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