Holy Obseruations Lib. I. Also Some fewe of Davids Psalmes Metaphrased, for a taste of the rest. By Ios. Hall |
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Psal. 3.
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Lord! how many be my foes!
How many are against me rose,
That to my grieued soule haue sed,
Tush: God shall him no succour yield;
whiles thou Lord art my praise, my shield
And dost aduance my carefull head.
How many are against me rose,
That to my grieued soule haue sed,
Tush: God shall him no succour yield;
whiles thou Lord art my praise, my shield
And dost aduance my carefull head.
Loud with my voice to God I cri'd:
His grace vnto my sute reply'd,
From out his Sions holy hill.
I layd me downe, slept, rose againe.
For thou O Lord dost me sustaine,
And sav'st my soule from feared ill.
His grace vnto my sute reply'd,
From out his Sions holy hill.
For thou O Lord dost me sustaine,
And sav'st my soule from feared ill.
Not if ten thousand armed foes
My naked side should round enclose,
Would I be thereof ought a-dred.
Up Lord and shield me from disgrace:
For thou hast broke my foe-mens face,
And all the wickeds teeth hast shed.
My naked side should round enclose,
Would I be thereof ought a-dred.
Up Lord and shield me from disgrace:
For thou hast broke my foe-mens face,
And all the wickeds teeth hast shed.
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