The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule Set foorth by Sir William Leighton |
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Psalme. 38. |
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Psalme. 38.
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Pvt me not to rebuke and shame,nor in thine anger chasten me:
O righteous God, for thy great name,
pardon my sinnes and set me free.
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In me thine arrowes fast doe sticke,thy heauy hand doth presse me downe:
My flesh, my bones, and heart are sicke,
when thou in wrath on me dost frowne.
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I haue no rest in any ioynt,by reason of my deadly sinne:
With balme of mercy me annoynt,
and bring me to thy heauenly Inne.
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My dismall deeds doe plunge me soare,like rageing billowes of the maine:
O waft me to thy blissefull shoare,
and be mine Anchor-hould againe.
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My festred wounds breed mine annoy,by reason of my foolish guyze:
Chasing my heart and soule from ioy,
all day I mourne with wofull cryes.
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Full of diseases are my loynes,and limmes decay in euery part:
Longuor vnto my flesh adioynes,
and anguishment consumes my heart.
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Thou knowest all my hearts desires,my groanings are not hid from thee:
Extinguish these outragious fires,
O Lord and cure mine agonie.
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My heart doth pant, my strength doth faile,my neighbours did their loue exchang:
And darkenesse did my sight assaile,
my very kindred waxed strang.
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Mine enimies that sought my life,layd snares for me in euery place:
Plodding all day to worke my strife,
and bring my name into disgrace.
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But as one deafe that could not heare,their taunting scoffes I did neglect:
And like the dumb did speech forbeare,
for thou their slaunders wilt correct.
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For in thee euer doe I trust,to right my wrongs and plead for mee:
Against my foes O God most iust,
for all reuenge belongs to thee.
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Of the most humbly I did craue,that they in tryumph should not rise:
If I by chaunce a foile might haue,
they would exalt with ioyfull cries.
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With deadly plagues I am beset,and heauy thoughts in me doe stay:
My horrid sinnes Ile nere forget,
but mourne for them both night and day.
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My cruell foes are great in strength,and they in number doe exceed:
Therefore O Lord ayde me at length,
and succour me in time of neede.
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