The Psalmes of David The King And Prophet, And Of other holy Prophets, paraphas'd in English: Conferred with the Hebrew Veritie, set forth by B. Arias Montanus, together with the Latine, Greek Septuagint, and Chaldee Paraphrase. By R. B. [i.e. Richard Brathwait] |
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Psal. 79. Deus, venerunt.
Psalmus Asaphi.
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Thine Heritage, O God, expil'd,invading Heath'ns laid waste:
Thine Holy place have they defil'd,
on heapes have Salem cast.
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The carkasse of thy servants, meatgiven to the fowle of Heaven;
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to earths wild beast is given.
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Their bloud, about thy Salem, round,like waters have they shed,
Profanely left above the ground,
their bones un-buried.
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Our neighbours neere, on every side,reproach us face to face;
And round about us scorne, deride,
and load us with disgrace.
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How long? for ever, Lord, how long,before thine anger turne?
O, shall thy jealousie so strong,
like fire for ever burne?
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Upon the Heath'n powre out thy wrath,and make their Kingdomes flame,
Whose heart of thee no knowledge hath,
that call not on thy Name.
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For, they have eat up Jacobs race,his seed, by sword devour'd;
And on his wasted dwelling place,
their fire and fury powr'd.
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Call not our former sins to mind,with speed some mercy shew;
Prevent us with thy bowells kind,
whose losse hath brought us low.
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Help us, God of our health, and makethy Name the glory share:
Deliver us, for thy Names sake,
our sins in mercy spare.
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For why live we, to see this day,to beare this by-word home;
To heare the Heath'n-blasphemer say,
Where is their God become?
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before our eyes be read;
How deare thy vengeance sells the blood
of us thy servants shed.
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Let prisoners sighes, yet reeking warme,before thee bring their breath:
According to thy powerfull arme,
reserve the sons of death.
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And their reproach, which to our paine,our neighbours on thee lay;
Into their bosome, Lord, againe,
with seven-fold paine repay.
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So we, thy peoples pasture sheep,shall ever of thy praise,
With thankfull Hymnes, Memorials keep,
to Age, and Age of daies.
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