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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. 141. Ad te, Domine.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Psal. 141. Ad te, Domine.

Psalmus Davidis.

1

To this complaint, O Lord, of mine,
thy speedy help apply:
Thine eare unto my voice encline,
when unto thee I cry.

2

As incense, let my praier be sent,
and right before thee rise;
Let mine up-lifted palmes present
an evening sacrifice.

3

Set, Lord, a watch my mouth before,
my wandring tongue to tie;
And of my lips keep fast the doore,
whence words have wings to flie.

4

To evill further not my heart,
pretences to pretend:
Their dainties let me eate no part,
whom wicked deeds commend.

5

But smite me, let the Just in love,
his hand up-lifted lights;
Compassions his reprovings prove,
his Mawle in mercy smites.
Such balme (none such the wicked powre)
shall never breake mine head:

280

For in their evills evill houre,
my praier for them shall plead.

6

Their Judges, though by hands of rockes,
lie fell'd beneath our feet,
To heare my sayings, swarme by flockes,
for they are pleasing sweet.

7

Our scattred bones together put,
the mouth of Hell receives,
As stone on earth from Quarry cut,
as chips the cleaver cleaves.

8

But unto thee, O God the Lord,
mine eyes attendant looke,
When help thou wilt my hopes afford,
leave not my soule forsooke.

9

Preserve me from the handed-snare,
which they for me have laid,
And grins, for which their wicked care,
with cost and paine hath paid.

10

But let the wicked downe be cast,
his toile his taker be:
While I, together over-past,
his fall, my safety see.