Psa. 59.
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To the cheef Musitian Altaschith Michtam a
Psalm of David, when Saul sent & they watched
the house to kill him. It cheefly prophecied the Iewes
dogged crueltie to Christ, & that they should be preserved to
wander in a vagabond Condition (as wee see at this day) for
an example to others &c. It serves to warne vs, that
wee resist not God's grace once offred. &c.
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My God, protect mee from my Foes;
From them, who strive with mee:
From Sinners gard mee, & from those,
That bloodie-minded be.
For, loe, the mightie do combine;
They waite my soul to teare:
And, without cause or fault of mine,
With speed there to prepare.
2
Lord God of Hoasts, & Isr'el, wake,
To heed & succour mee:
The Gentiles Curbe, & vengance take,
Where sinns malitious be.
At night, like Doggs, they Bawling come,
They round the Cittie goe
And slanders ranck, & threatnings, from
Their Mouthes, & lipps, do flowe.
3
For why, say they, none hears the same;
But, God shall them detect:
The Gentiles also to defame,
His ayde I will expect.
For, God's my strength, God healpeth mee,
Preventing grace bestowes;
And, what my hart requires to see,
Inflicts vpon my Foes.
4
Oh Lord our help, disperse with shame,
Disperse them by thy powre;
But, lest my Folke forget the same,
Them, doe not quite devoure.
Vntill their tongue, all words of spight
And falshood, vttred hath;
And, when their pride is at the height,
Consume them in thy wrath.
5
Yea Lord, consume them vtterlie,
Till, notise they obtaine,
That, God, throughout eternitie;
Doth over Iacob raigne.
At night, vnto the Cittie wall
Like doggs they shall retreat;
Without it, they shal bark & bawle,
And whine, for want of meat.
6
But, in the Morne, aloud I'le sing,
Both of thy powre & grace;
And speake what succours thou didst bring
When sore destrest I was.
Ev'n vnto thee, oh God my powre,
My praise-full song shall be:
For, thou art my defensive Towre,
And, gratious vnto mee.
