The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

Lord, Ponder what my words relate,
Weigh what I meditate.
My God and King my cry attend:
To Thee my Pray'rs I send.
My voyce O Lord shall in the morne
Up to thy Throne be borne.
Betimes will I direct my cry,
And looke to thee on high.

For thou in Sin tak'st no delight,
No ill dwells in thy sight.
The foolish stand not in thine eye,
Who hat'st iniquity.
Thou shalt the lying lips destroy,
Who leasing make their joy.
God will the bloody minded hate,
And punish all deceit.

But I, presuming on Thy care,
Will to thy House repaire:
And tow'rds thy Temple in thy feare,
Due adoration beare.
Mee Lord in righteousnesse dispose,
Beset with watchfull foes.
Make streight thy way before my face,
And guide mee by thy grace.

No faithfullnesse their mouth containes,
Their heart fowle Malice staines.
Wide Sepulchres are their black throats,
Their tongues but flatt'ring notes.
O God destroy, and let them all
By their own Counsailes fall;
Themselves by their transgressions quell,
Who 'gainst Thy pow'r rebell.

But let all faithfull ones rejoyce,
And showt with cheerfull voyce:

Because Thy love, which knowes no end,
Doth ever them defend.
Let those rejoyce, in Thee who trust;
For Thou wilt blesse the Just:
And with Thy favour, as a sheild,
In danger safety yeild.

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Psal. V.