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. 81. Exultate Deo.
Ad Præstantem, super Gittith, Asaphi.
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To God, our strength, with joyfull voice,in triumph let us sing:
To Jacobs God, with echoing noise,
make we the aire to ring.
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Take up the Psalmes sweet melodie,the sounding Timbrell bring:
The pleasant Harp, the Psalterie,
straine voice, and wind, and string.
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Blow up the Trumpet, when the Moone,her silver hornes renewes:
At solemne feast, as to have done,
on our high day we use.
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For this a statute was ordain'd,to Israel fore-told:
A Rite to Jacobs God retain'd,
for Jacobs sons to hold.
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In Joseph was this witnesse cleer'd,when he from Pharaoh's land
Went forth, a language there I heard,
I did not understand.
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“I eas'd him of the burthen there,that on his shoulders lay;
His palmes by me delivered were,
from carrying hods of clay.
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Thou call'dst me in distresse, thy yokeof bondage I remov'd;
To thee in cloud of thunder spoke,
at Meribah thee prov'd.
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Heare, O my people, my Record,and I will witnesse beare;
O Israel, to this my word,
give thou but heedfull eare.
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Strange God in thee there shall none be,nor worship shalt thou spend,
To any other God but me,
thine humbled knee to bend.
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I, that from Egypt up thee brought,the Lord thy God am still;
Whom land nor sea can fill, thy throat
wide open, I shall fill.
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But this my people would not heare,my voice could not attone;
Of me, for favour nor for feare,
my Israel would none.
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On this revolt, and breach of trust,did I from him depart;
And sent them, to pursue their lust,
the counsels of their heart.
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O, had their eare my people bent,in their declining daies,
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in walking in my waies.
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Their foes I should have soon put downe,that now against them stand;
On their distressors heads have throwne
my wraths directed hand.
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The haters of the Lord, with lies,confounded had been found;
But of their favour, in his eies,
had boundlesse been the bound.
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With fat of wheat would I have fedhis hunger, highly priz'd;
And from the Rocke, with honey shed,
would I have thee suffic'd.
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