Psa. 69.
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To the cheef Musitian Shosannim a Psalme of
David. It personates Christ taking vpon him our sinns &
infirmities; humbling him self before his Father; declaring
the Condition of his Adversaries; shewing the bitternes of
his passion; signifieng the iudgments prepared for Sinners;
& prayeng for his Elect &c. Christs members may vse
it to those purposes.
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Healp Lord, for, Flouds enclose my Soul,
In groundles depths I am bemir'd,
Above my head, great waters rowle,
My parched throate, with cries is tir'de.
Mine eyes are dim'd in seeking thee,
Moe then my haires, my Foes are growne,
My spoilers are too strong for me;
And, take as theirs, what is mine owne.
2
Thou knowest how I am too blame;
But, for my sake, let none of those
(Lord God of Isr'el) suffer blame,
Who do inthee their trust repose.
For, I sustaine reprochfull scorne,
And, am disgraced for thy sake.
My brethren, of my mother borne,
Of mee, likewise, a stranger make.
3
Zeal to thy house, hath worne mee out,
Thy scorners, my reprochers be;
My Fastings, & my teares they flout,
And, when I mourne, they laugh at mee.
Of mee, the Rulers, evill, spake;
The Drunckerds, made of mee their songs:
But, Lord, my moane, I timelie make,
In Mercie, mark therefore my wrongs.
4
Mee, by thy Truth's protection keep,
That miry-depths, nor spightfull-foes,
Devouring-Flouds, nor whirl-pooles deep,
Nor Dungeons Mouth my soul enclose.
But, Lord, of thy abounding grace,
(For thy Love-sake) returne, & hear;
To mee, thy servant shew thy face,
And, in my need, incline thine ear.
5
Drawe nigh, & save, & sett thou free
My soul, from those who bear me spight;
For, all my wrongs, are knowne to thee,
And, all my Foes, are in thy sight.
Rebukes & scornes, my hart nigh broke,
With greefs opprest, I made my mone;
But, where I did for pittie looke
They would (alas) afford me none.
6
They, for my meat, did gall prepare,
Sharp Vineger to quench my thirst;
Their Bourd, therfore, shall them ensnare,
And, Blessings, be to them accurst.
Their eye shall be depriv'd of sight:
A cure-les greef, their back shall shake;
God's heavie wrath, shall on them light,
His Vengance, them shall overtake.
7
None shall in their abiding-place,
Or in their Tent, be dwelling found:
For, whome thou smot'st, those they did chase,
And, greeved him, whome thou didst wound.
More sinnfull still, they shall become,
And, in God's Iustice have no share,
Nor in that book of life have roome,
Wherein, the Iust enrowled are.
8
But, I, that pore & scorned am
Shall by thyne ayde, oh Lord, be raisd;
For which, I'le magnify thy Name,
And, in my songs, thou shalt be praisd.
And, that, oh Lord, more pleases thee,
Then, horn'd & hoofed Oxe to give;
Which, when the Meek (thee seeking) see,
It shall with ioye, their hart revive.
9
God's praise, yee heav'ns & earth declare.
Him praise thou sea, & all in thee:
For, to the pore, he lends his ear,
And, hee doth sett the pris'ner free.
He, Syon saves in time of need,
And, Iudah's Townes he will erect,
To be for those, & for their seed,
Who serving him, his Name affect.
