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. 17. Exaudi, Domine.
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Psal. 17. Exaudi, Domine.
Oratio Davidis.
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Heare justice, Lord, exactly heedwhat my loud cries entreat;
Attend my praier, that doth proceed
from lips without deceit.
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My judgement from before thy facelet come in open sight:
Let thy pure eies discerne my case,
and give the Rights their right.
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My heart by night thy search did sound,yet nothing didst thou find
That with my mouth I did propound,
to sinne against my mind.
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By workes, that earthly man concerne,I find what course they runne:
By thy lips word, the pathes I learne
of breakers-through to shunne.
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Beat thou my waies, and make them plaine,my feeble steps fore-guide;
My feet within thy pathes containe,
my footing shall not slide.
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On thee I call, thou God wilt heare,and answer mee againe:
To my request incline thine eare,
attend how I complaine.
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Thy wondrous mercies set apart,24
Saviour of them, whose hope thou art,
that thy right hand oppose.
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O keep me as those chrystall globes,the eyes black darling keep,
And spread thy wings wide covering robes,
where shadow'd I may sleep.
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My head from wicked faces hide,the heads of my decay,
That compasse me on every side,
to make my soule their prey.
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Enclos'd in their owne fat, they smoakewith surfeits doubtfull sweat;
And with their mouth have proudly spoke
their haughty hearts conceit.
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To snare our footsteps, in our walkesthey now beset us round,
With eyes (as treason closely stalkes)
to undermine our ground.
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His likenesse is a Lion bold,that greedy is to teare;
So keeps the Lions whelp his hold,
that lurkes in secret where.
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Rise, Lord, prevent his sharp fore-sights,to stop my foe begin;
And with thy sword, wherewith he fights,
my soules deliverance win.
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From men, the scourge Lord of thy hand,from mortall-worldlings will;
Upon this life, whose portions stand,
whose gorge thy treasures fill!
Sonnes have they store; and of their store,
when death shall them bereave:
Then (all too much) what they have more,
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Now of thy face a view to take,shall Justice be my guide:
In mee when shall thine Image wake,
I shall be satisfi'd.
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