A translation of the psalms of David attempted in the Spirit of Christianity, and adapted to the divine service. By Christopher Smart |
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 | A translation of the psalms of David |  |
PSALM V.
Weigh the words of my profession,
Lord, in thine indulgent scale;
Of a father's prepossession,
Let my thoughts themselves avail.
Lord, in thine indulgent scale;
Of a father's prepossession,
Let my thoughts themselves avail.
Give my suppliant voice the hearing,
To mine orisons repair;
For my God, my king appearing,
At thy shrine I make my pray'r.
To mine orisons repair;
For my God, my king appearing,
At thy shrine I make my pray'r.
At the dawn of morning soaring,
Thou shalt hear my voice betimes;
Lifted eyes and hands imploring,
As my soul herself sublimes.
Thou shalt hear my voice betimes;
Lifted eyes and hands imploring,
As my soul herself sublimes.
For thou hast no inclination
To the vicious and the vain;
Nor in thy blest habitation
Shall a wicked thought remain.
To the vicious and the vain;
Nor in thy blest habitation
Shall a wicked thought remain.
Worldly fools and self-deceivers
Shall not rank within thy sight;
Impious men and unbelievers
Are offensive to the light.
Shall not rank within thy sight;
Impious men and unbelievers
Are offensive to the light.
Him that makes a lye his study,
And against his Saviour wars,
Men of subtle minds and bloody,
In his nature God abhors.
And against his Saviour wars,
Men of subtle minds and bloody,
In his nature God abhors.
But my soul, in full persuasion
Of thy mercy, shall be meek;
And at all times take occasion
In thy church thy grace to seek.
Of thy mercy, shall be meek;
And at all times take occasion
In thy church thy grace to seek.
In thy righteousness direct me,
Lord, because my friends are few;
Clear my passage, and protect me,
In the path that I pursue.
Lord, because my friends are few;
Clear my passage, and protect me,
In the path that I pursue.
For with faithless lips they flatter,
And their speeches frame with art,
Clean without the cup and platter,
Foul within the head and heart.
And their speeches frame with art,
Clean without the cup and platter,
Foul within the head and heart.
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With their breath their throats are tainted,
To the quick their conscience stung;
Yet like tombs inscrib'd and painted,
They dissemble with their tongue.
To the quick their conscience stung;
Yet like tombs inscrib'd and painted,
They dissemble with their tongue.
Save them, Jesu, lest they perish
Thro' their own debas'd conceit;
Give them Christian hope to cherish,
And the tempter to defeat.
Thro' their own debas'd conceit;
Give them Christian hope to cherish,
And the tempter to defeat.
And with thanks their praises blending,
Let thy faithful saints be glad;
For their innocence defending,
Thou their souls in joy hast clad.
Let thy faithful saints be glad;
For their innocence defending,
Thou their souls in joy hast clad.
To the good thou wilt be gracious,
In the fort or in the field;
And with kindness efficacious
Shalt protect him as a shield.
In the fort or in the field;
And with kindness efficacious
Shalt protect him as a shield.
| A translation of the psalms of David | |