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. 88. Domine, Deus salutis.
Canticum Psalmi, filiis Choreh, ad Præstantem, super Mahalath Lignanoth, Maschil, Heman Israïtæ.
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My crying supplication,Before thee day and night,
Lord God of my salvation,
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Let enter in thy sight.Encline thine eare, and heare mee,
My soules full troubles tell,
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Whose evills trench so neere me,My life drawes neere to Hell.
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Like them to death betaken,That downe the pit are gone,
I seem a man forsaken;
A strength, that strength hath none.
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Among the dead, free-sleeping,That in the grave lie slaine,
Which (cast out of thy keeping)
Cut from the hand remaine.
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My head thou hast captivedWithin the lowest pit,
Where I of light deprived,
In deeps of darknesse sit.
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Thy furies heat inflicted,Lies heavie on my crowne,
With all thy flouds afflicted,
Thy billowes beare me downe.
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Set farre from mine acquaintance,To them thou hast me set,
Abhorr'd, shut up in durance,
Whence out I cannot get.
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Faint-ey'd, to tuning fall I,Afflictions sobs my Psalmes,
On thee, Lord, all day call I,
To thee I spread my palmes.
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Wilt thou from deaths vast Regions,Prodigious shadowes raise;
Of all those Idoll-legions,
What one shall sing thy praise?
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And shall thy loving kindnesse,Within the garve be told?
Or shall ABADDON'S blindnesse,
Thy faithfulnesse unfold?
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Thy deeds of AdmirationShall Darknesse bring to light?
Who in Oblivions Nation,
Thy Justice shall recite?
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But, Lord, to thee sincerelyMy plaint doe I present;
And in the morning early,
My prai'r shall thee prevent.
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Why, Lord, dost thou reject mee?Why lay my soule aside?
Why let thine eare neglect mee?
Thy face why dost thou hide?
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Afflicted soule, deceasing,Thy ceaslesse stripes I beare,
From since my youths increasing,
Distraction, doubtfull feare.
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Thine angers overgrow mee,Thy frightings mee dismay:
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All round they overflow mee,Like waters, all the day.
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From mee thou hast removedMy friends, my knowne delight,
My lovers, my beloved,
Are darknesse in my sight.
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