The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

O God! who just revenge dost take,
Now let Thy vengeance wake.
Great Judge of earth arise, from hence
The proud to recompence.
How long (Lord) shall their wicked host
How long triumph and boast?
How long shall their insulting tongue
Joy in Thy servants wrong?

They break Thy people (Lord) in rage,
Afflict Thine heritage.
They widowes slay, the poor oppress,
And kill the fatherless.
Yet hard'ned in presumption, they,
The Lord not sees us, say;
Great Iacobs God doth not regard,
Nor will the sin reward.

Take heed yee brutish and unwise,
Who thus your crimes disguise.

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Yee foolish people of the land,
When will yee understand?
Think ye, that he who plants the eare
Unable is to heare?
Or shall not he, who form'd the eye,
Your wickednes descry?

Shall he, who Nations overthrew,
Not know to punish you?
To whose all-searching view is brought
The vainnes of mans thought.
Blessed, (O Lord) and happy he,
Who chast'ned is by Thee;
Whom Thou in mercy do'st correct,
And in Thy Law direct.

That though with crosses over-prest,
He may in patience rest,
Till for transgressors ruin he
A pit prepared see.
For God his people not rejects,
Nor his own choise neglects:
But judgement all their wrongs shall right,
And comfort the upright.

Who will with me against those rise,
Who work iniquities?
But, from the Lord my help was seen,
My soule had silenc'd been.

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When I, my slipping foot, complain'd,
Thy mercy me sustain'd,
When thoughts my grieved soul excite,
Thy comforts hir delight.

Wilt Thou support the wicked's throne,
Or joyne it with Thine owne?
Who, under Laws, and Reason's name,
Their acts of mischief frame.
Whose meetings, and whose plots are bent
The just to circumvent.
Who sit in Counsaile, soules to kill,
And guiltles blood to spill.

But yet the Lord is my defense,
God is my confidence;
My Rock, my refuge, and my tow'r,
To save me by His pow'r.
He on their heads the ills shall bring
Which from themselves did spring.
And in their sins God's vengfull hand
Shall cut them from the land.

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Psal. XCIV.