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] |
 |
 | I. |
| II. |
Psal. 42. Quemadmodum desiderat.
|
| III. |
| IIII. |
| V. |
 | The Psalmes of David |  |
Psal. 42. Quemadmodum desiderat.
Ad Præstantem, erudiens, filiis Coreh.
1
Like as the braying Hind embost,desires the water brookes;
So after thee, my soule neere lost,
O God, sends longing lookes.
2
To God, the living God, for whommy soule so thirsteth sore:
O when shall my appearance come,
the face of God before?
3
My teares to mee have been the food,that day and night I eat:
While daily they in scornfull mood,
Where is thy God? repeat.
4
Remembrance of the time fore-spent,my soule upon mee poures;
When to the House of God I went,
at our accustom'd houres.
We in the voice of joy and thankes,
together held our way:
A multitude of order'd rankes,
that holy kept the day.
5
Why does my daunted soule give place,and droop in my distresse?
Wait thou on God, healths of my face,
whom yet I will confesse.
6
My soule (my God) within mee sinkes,and here in deserts still,
80
on little Mitsghar hill.
7
Deep calls on deep, with thundring voicethy water-Canons sound:
Thy billowes all with horrid noise,
thy waves above mee bound.
8
His mercy will the Lord by daycommand, his song by night,
With mee a praier to God to pray,
my lives eternall light.
9
I unto God my Rocke will say,Why dost thou mee forget?
Why walke I mourning on my way,
opprest, and foe-beset?
10
A murth'ring through my bones doth gride,to my reproach all day:
Where is thy God? in scornfull pride,
when my distressors say.
11
Why does my daunted soule give place,and droop in my distresse?
Trust God, my God, healths of my face,
whom yet I will confesse.
| The Psalmes of David | |