A translation of the psalms of David attempted in the Spirit of Christianity, and adapted to the divine service. By Christopher Smart |
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 | A translation of the psalms of David |  |
PSALM XLI.
The bounteous man is blest
Who feels for want and woe;
The Lord shall save him when opprest,
And to his need bestow.
Who feels for want and woe;
The Lord shall save him when opprest,
And to his need bestow.
The Lord preserve his health,
And keep him long alive;
Nor open violence nor stealth
His goodly lot deprive.
And keep him long alive;
Nor open violence nor stealth
His goodly lot deprive.
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The Lord his spirit sooth
When pain his patience tries—
Yea Christ his bed of sickness smooth
As languishing he lies.
When pain his patience tries—
Yea Christ his bed of sickness smooth
As languishing he lies.
My state of death reprieve,
Thou gracious Lord, I said,
O heal and yet again receive,
For I have err'd and stray'd.
Thou gracious Lord, I said,
O heal and yet again receive,
For I have err'd and stray'd.
Mine enemies belye
My fame, and marr my peace,
Enquiring when shall David die
And his memorial cease?
My fame, and marr my peace,
Enquiring when shall David die
And his memorial cease?
And if they come or send
In their officious hate,
Vain talk and false conceits they vend
To misreport my state.
In their officious hate,
Vain talk and false conceits they vend
To misreport my state.
My foes together swarm,
And whisp'ring undermine;
For me this evil wish they form,
This cruelty design.
And whisp'ring undermine;
For me this evil wish they form,
This cruelty design.
“The doom of guilt in pain
“Betide his parting breath,
“Nor ever let him rise again
“From his untimely death.”
“Betide his parting breath,
“Nor ever let him rise again
“From his untimely death.”
Yea ev'n the man I chose,
On whom my soul relied,
My daily guest has join'd my foes
To trample and deride.
On whom my soul relied,
My daily guest has join'd my foes
To trample and deride.
But let their rage excite
Thy mercy, Lord, the more,
And that I may their hate requite
With love, my strength restore.
Thy mercy, Lord, the more,
And that I may their hate requite
With love, my strength restore.
By this I rest assur'd
That I have favour found,
Because thou hast my coast secur'd
From all the force around.
That I have favour found,
Because thou hast my coast secur'd
From all the force around.
My health when I am well
Is from thy bounteous hands,
And thou shalt take my soul to dwell
Where now my angel stands.
Is from thy bounteous hands,
And thou shalt take my soul to dwell
Where now my angel stands.
Bless Christ the health of souls,
And Israel's gracious Lord,
While in immense eternal rolls,
Let heav'n and earth accord.
And Israel's gracious Lord,
While in immense eternal rolls,
Let heav'n and earth accord.
| A translation of the psalms of David | |