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. 56. Miserere mei Deus.
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Psal. 56. Miserere mei Deus.
Ad Præstantem, super Columbam mutam Remotorum, Michtam Davidis, cùm deprebenderent eum Pelishtim in Gath.
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Be mercifull, O God, to mee,whom man would make his prey:
Whose hands from fighting never free,
oppresse me all the day.
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My foes to swallow me out-right,their daily powers apply:
For many hands against me fight,
O thou that art Most-Hie.
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The day that cloudy doubts appeare,to make my heart affraid;
My hopes yet shining through my feare,
expect thy promis'd aide.
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In God by me his Word sincere,sincerely prais'd shall be:
In God I trust, and will not feare
what flesh can doe to me.
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To wrest my words is all their care,their daily counsells end,
Against me, all for evill are
the thoughts that they entend.
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Together all lay out their line,as close as hooke in bait:
Observing every step of mine,
when for my soule they wait.
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Shall wickednesse such wages have?so safe shall they escape?
Digge in thy wrath, O God, the grave
that for their fall shall gape.
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Thou numbrest all my wandring yeeres,what toiles I undertooke:
Told in thy bottle put my teares,
are they not in thy booke?
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That day that I upon thee call,my foes shall turne their backe:
Of God, I know, I never shall
the gracious favour lacke.
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In God the Word will I commend,the Word praise-worthy most:
Lord, of thy Word, where is no end
of praise, my praise shall boast.
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On God my hopes their anchor throw,affraid I will not be,
What earthly man to me can doe,
or challenge done by me.
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Thy vowes, O God, upon me are,which I to thee will pay:
And sacrifice of praise prepare
before thy face to lay.
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For thou my soule from death didst free,my feet from sliding quite:
To walke, O God, in sight of thee,
with them that live in light.
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