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. 92. Bonum est confiteri.
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Psal. 92. Bonum est confiteri.
Ad diem Sabbathi.
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To praise the Lord, is to presenta good and gracious thing;
And, O Most-Hie, a day well spent,
Psalmes to thy Name to sing.
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When for my morning songs delight,I strike thy Mercies string:
Still-musicke, when to silent night,
thy faithfulnesse I sing.
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To touch the ten-string'd Lute with art,on Psalterie to sound;
The meditation of my heart,
to make my Harp expound.
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For thou, O Lord, hast made me glad,such worke thou bringst about;
And such successe thy hands have had,
that I for joy will shout.
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Thine actions are, O Lord, how great?thy thoughts exceeding deep,
Whereof the brute hath no conceit,
the foolish takes no keep.
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When, like the grasse, the wicked growes,to evill doers nie:
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thou Lord, for ever hie.
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For, loe thy foes, Lord, loe thy foes,their ruines time attends;
And wicked workers worke the woes,
that worke them wofull ends.
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But like the Unicorne's, my Horne,exalted shall appeare:
And with fresh Oyle, mine Age, unworne,
annointed, shall I beare;
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With envious eyes, who me behold,their fall shall feed mine eyes,
Mine eyes shall heare their ruine told,
that up against me rise.
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The Just shall like a Palm tree spread,what blast soever blowes,
And Cedar-like, lift up his head,
in Lebanon that growes.
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The planted, where the Lord doth dwell,the plants there rooted deep;
Within the Courts shall prosper well,
where house our God doth keep.
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Their graynesse fruit yet forth shall bring,no Ages grievance, seene:
Their Almond-tree, their Autumne-spring,
shall sprout out fat and greene.
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That they may shew, and men may see,the Lord to be upright;
That no unrighteousnesse can be
in him, my Rocke of might.
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