 | The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule |  |
Psalmes. 102.
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O heare my prayers Lord and let,my mournefull moanes to thee assend
Hide not thy face nor me forget,
in time of trouble me defend.
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Encline thine eares vnto my call,heare me O God and that right soone:
Support me euer least I fall,
both Morning, Euening, Night, & Noone.
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My daies like smoake consume away,my bones are burnt, my heart is dead:
And withered like grasse or hay,
that I forget to eat my bread.
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My flesh will scarce cleaue to my boanes,I am become so weake a man:
And worne away with grieuous groanes,
like to some Owle or Pellican.
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In watching I haue spent the night,and like a sparrow all alone:
That on some houses top doth light,
disconsolate I made my moane,
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All the day long I am reuil'd,by those which are against me sworne:
And lead a life like one exil'd,
and of his country quite forlorne.
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For I [like bread] did ashes eate,and powred teares into my cup.
Cause in thy wrath and anger great,
thou threw'st me downe & took'st me vp.
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My daies doe like a shadow passe,but thou for euer Lord art sure:
And I am wither'd vp like grasse,
but thy remembrance still shall dure.
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O Lord arise and pitty take,with Sion let thy mercy stand:
Good God euen for thy meries sake,
for now the time is full at hand.
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For why thy seruants Meditate,vpon her stoanes with greeuance iust:
To see her lye so ruinate,
deuoid of comfort in the dust.
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The heathens, then thy name shall feare,and earthly Kings thy maiesty:
When thou O Lord shalt Sion neare,
vnto her glorious dignity.
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And then all Nations of the earth,which vex the poore with furious hate:
Shall quake and tremble at thy breath
when thou shalt helpe the desolate.
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This shalbe written on Record,for vnborne babes which shall ensue:
That they may lawd the liuing Lord,
and magnifie his iudgements true.
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The Lord lookt from his mighty throane,and glorious seate of maiestie:
That he might heare the playning moane,
of Captiues then adiudg'd to die.
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That they in Salem might declare,the glorious name of God the Lord:
How he of Sion tooke such care,
as with his mercy did accord.
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My strength in progresse down he broughtand suddainely cut of my daies:
To spare me yet I him besought,
till riper age, when life decayes.
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Thy yeares O Lord endure for aye,there is no limmit to thy times:
For thou did'st the foundations lay,
of heauenly Spheres, and earthly Climes.
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Thy handy workes shall weare away,but thou for euer wilt endure:
They like a garment shall decay,
thy yeares, eternall are most sure.
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Thy Seruants, Children shall remaine,and their posterities abide:
And they in heauen with thee shall raigne,
in earth stand fast and neuer slide.
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