University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
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]

collapse section 
collapse sectionI. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse sectionII. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse sectionIII. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
Psal. 89. Misericordias Domini.
collapse sectionIIII. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse sectionV. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Psal. 89. Misericordias Domini.

Maschil, Etan Esraitæ.

1

The tender mercies of the Lord
shall ever be my song;
So shall my mouth thy truths record,
to age and age prolong.

2

For mercy shall be built (I said)
eternall to endure:

173

The Heav'ns establisht hast thou laid,
then Heav'n, thy truth more sure.

3

The Covenant with thy chosen strooke,
shall in my mind be borne:
The oath, which I to David tooke,
to him my servant sworne.

4

For ever, of thy seed to reigne,
will I establish one;
To Age and Age that shall remaine,
will I build up thy Throne.

Selah.


5

In speechlesse speech the Heav'ns, O Lord,
thy wondrous workes confesse;
The Saints Assemblies, of thy Word
declare the faithfulnesse.

6

For who in Heav'ns high Mansions
may with the Lord compare?
Or who among the mighties sons,
can equall lordship share?

7

God is exceeding dreadfull, where
his Saints their secret hold;
And round about him full of feare,
all-over to behold.

8

Lord God of Hosts, All-powerfull Lord,
what power is like to thine?
The splendour of whose faithfull Word,
doth round about thee shine.

9

Thou rul'st the swelling of the Seas,
proud billowes of the Maine;
Their waves high-rising to appease,
and still their stormes againe.

10

The Pharian Rahab didst thou smite,
as one that wounded lies:
Thou scatt'redst with thine arme of might
thy mighty enemies.

174

11

Thine are the Heav'ns, the earth is thine,
the world thy Word did found;
And all within the vast Machine,
the plenty of this Round.

12

Thee, North and South, Creatour call,
to sing thy Name they run:
From Westerne Tabors shady fall,
from Chermons rising Sun.

13

Thou hast a Mighty Armes command,
extended farre and nie:
Of strength resistlesse is thy hand,
and thy right hand is hie.

14

With Justice Judgement, Bases stand,
supporters of thy Throne;
And Truth with Mercy, hand in hand,
before thy face are gone.

15

O people blest, that know aright
the Trumpets joyfull sound;
Still walking in thy faces light,
shall they, O Lord, be found.

16

For in thy Name shall they delight,
all day remembring thee;
And in thy Justice made upright,
shall they exalted be.

17

The glory of their strength thou art,
to us thy favour borne,
Shall be the strengthner of our heart,
up-lifter of our Horne.

18

Suffice it, that the Lord alone
in our defence we bring:
Our shield is of the Holy One
of Israel, our King.

19

In Vision, to thy Holy One,
then spake thy Spirit, and said,

175

My help have I, to hold the Throne,
on one, made Mighty, laid.

20

One of the people, rais'd to lead
my flocke, did I appoint,
My servant David, and his head,
my holy oile annoint.

21

With whom my hand shall be so strong,
that strengthned with my arme,
Him, nor exacting foe shall wrong,
nor sonne of evill harme.

22

And his distressors, from his face,
with strokes will I beat downe;
And give my plague a lighting place
upon his haters crowne.

23

My faithfulnesse shall be the same,
with him my mercy rest;
His Horne shall flourish in my Name,
with high-exalted crest.

24

From shore to shore, from land to land,
enrich't with unbought goods,
I in the sea will set his hand,
his right hand in the floods.

25

Himselfe the issue of my stocke,
my sonne, and me he shall,
My father thou, my God, the Rocke
of my salvation call.

26

And him the first-borne will I give,
the Kings of earth above;
With him my love shall ever live,
my Covenant faithfull prove.

27

And in their changes to succeed,
when times and times are done;
For ever will I set his seed,
as daies of Heav'n his Throne.

176

28

But if my Law his sons forsake,
my Judgements walke beside;
Profane my Statutes, faile to take
my Precepts for their guide.

29

To visit their misdeeds will I
then with the rod begin;
Lay stripes on their iniquitie,
and scourge them for their sin.

30

My mercy yet shall no repeale,
to part from him prevaile;
Nor I with him will falsly deale,
against my faith, nor faile.

31

My covenant shall no change profane,
what league my lips did tye:
My Holinesse once swore in vaine,
if I to David lye.

32

His seed shall ever be: His Throne
before me shall appeare,
Like Heav'ns bright paire, the Sun, the Moone,
that faithfull witnesse beare.

34

But thine Annointed left forsooke,
thy wrath hath beaten downe;
The Covenant of thy servant broke,
profan'd on earth his Crowne.

35

His hedges all hath overthrowne,
wide open flung his folds,
Where any fort of his was knowne,
to ruine brought his holds.

36

All passengers of him make prey,
to neighbours neerer home
An object, he of scorne and play
a loud reproach become.

37

His foes right hand hast thou up-set,
his hands successe to crosse:

177

Their joy, his joyes from him to get,
their laughter made his losse.

38

His swords keen edge didst thou abate,
his hand in battell bound;
Hast made to cease his glories date,
and throwne his throne to ground.

39

His daies of youth hast thou made short,
cut off before they came:
Un-ripened reapt, but to abort,
and wrapt him up with shame.

Selah.


40

For ever, Lord, and no returne,
how long thy selfe absent?
How long wilt thou thy wrath shall burne,
like fire, and not relent?

41

Remember, O, how swift my time,
how short my ages span?
In vaine, why all the sons of slime,
hast thou created man?

42

What strong man lives, and sees not death,
or who his soule shall save;
And stop the hand that stops his breath,
the hand of Hell, the Grave?

Selah.


43

Where, Lord, where are those loves of old,
thy former favours borne,
So long forborne, so quencht, so cold,
thy faith to David sworne?

44

Remember, Lord, thy servants shames,
what foule reproach they heare;
How many (all great peoples) blames,
I in my bosome beare.

45

Wherewith thy foes, Lord, have reproach't,
wherewith reproach't they have:
Of thine Annointed scandals broach't,
the footsteps to deprave.

178

To Age and Age, as heretofore,
among the sons of men:
Blest be the Lord for evermore,
Amen (say we) Amen.