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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. 57. Miserere mei Deus.

Ad Præstantem. Ne corrumpas, Michtam Davidis, cùm fugeret â facie Saulis in speluncam.

1

Be mercifull to me, O God,
be mercifull to mee:
For as my safeties sole abode
my soule doth trust in thee.

106

And in the shadow of thy wings,
my hopes assurance seat:
Till time an end of evills brings,
and calme this tempests heat.

2

I unto God Most-High will call,
my plaint before him lay:
Whose promise firme performance shall
in full perfection pay.

3

He from the Heavens shall send his hand,
and save me by his power:
Hath mark't him with reproaches brand,
whose mouth would me devoure.

Selah.


4

His mercy, and his truth, before
shall God send forth in aide:
For, where fierce Lions ramp and roare,
my soule is subject laid.

5

Among the sons of man I lie,
that fire and fury breathe:
Speares from whose teeth, and arrowes flie,
whose tongues sharp swords unsheath.

6

O God, where brightnesse most abounds,
above the Heavens ascend:
Thy glories beames beyond the bounds
of all the earth extend.

7

A net they for my steps have laid,
and downe my soule is bow'd:
But in the trench are they betrai'd,
which they for me had plow'd.

8

My heart, O God, is fixt on thee,
on thee my heart is fixt:
The song that I shall sing, shall be
of thankes and praises mixt.

9

Awake, my glory, slow delay
my Lute and Harp off shake:

107

Before the Starre that ushers day,
I early will awake.

10

To thee, O Lord, my thankes will I
among the people bring;
And where the Nations scatt'red lie,
aloud thy praises sing.

11

The greatnesse of thy mercies store
above the Heavens doth streach:
Thy truth up to the skies doth soare,
a higher pitch to reach.

12

O God, where brightnesse most abounds,
above the Heavens ascend:
Thy glories beames, beyond the bounds
of all the earth extend.