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. 35. Judica, Domine.
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Psal. 35. Judica, Domine.
Davidis.
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My right, O Lord, against them plead,that plead against my right:
My powers to fight against them lead,
whose powers against mee fight.
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Upon thy dart-despising shieldand buckler lay thy hand:
In my defence to fight the field,
and up to help mee stand.
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Charge lance and sword, and stop the waywhere any mee pursu'th:
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say to my soule for truth.
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Confusion let them never lacke,that seeke my soules surprize:
Their branded faces shame send backe,
my evill that devise.
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Driven as the chaffe before the wind,let breath their burthen beare:
The Angel of the Lord behind,
them scatt'ring here and there.
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Let darke and slipp'ry be their way,and let (that they may fall)
The Angel of the Lord dismay,
and persecute them all.
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For closely they their net have rigg'd,corruptly to entoile;
And causlesly a pit have digg'd,
to make my soule their spoile.
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Let desolation unawares,and head-long him forestall;
And caught in his owne secret snares,
selfe-mischiefe make him fall.
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And let my soule her solace sing,that in the Lord I find:
What joy doth his salvation bring,
what musicke to my mind?
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Which were my tongue enforc't to stay,and silent-strooke in mee:
My bones would all breake forth, and say,
Lord, who is like to thee,
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That bringst deliverance to the poore,from hand for him too strong:
The poore-afflicted from the doore,
where rapine dwells and wrong?
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False-witnesse did against mee rise,avouching termes untrue;
And they to charge mee did devise,
with what I never knew.
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My good with evill they repaid,and for my recompence,
My barren soule by them fore-laid,
bereft of all defence.
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But as for mee, when sicke they were,in sack-cloth weed I mourn'd:
My humbled soule did food forbeare,
my bosom'd-praier return'd.
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I walk't, as if I had been onehad lost a friend or brother;
I bow'd downe sadly, as a sonne,
that sorroweth for his mother.
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But in my halting, glad together,the abject-scourges got:
In spite or scorne, I knew not whether,
to rend mee, resting not.
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With flatterers, flouting Parasitesat riotous Revells met,
To feast their feasters with delight,
their teeth against mee whet.
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This, Lord, how long wilt thou behold?my soule from tumult free:
My dearling from the Lions hold,
let safely rescu'd be.
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So in the great Assembly thankesto thee will I present:
And through a mighty peoples rankes,
will make thy praise be sent.
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O make not my false-hearted foestriumphers over mee:
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and sleering will not see.
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For why? they speake not peace as friends,but beare us faire in hand,
To crosse with their deceitfull ends
the quiet of the land.
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Their mouth on mee they opened wide,and full of scorne and ire:
Aha, Aha, Our eye hath spi'd,
(said they) our hearts desire.
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Thou, Lord, hast seen all this excesse,then hold not thou thy tongue:
From mee, O Lord, in this distresse
depart not farre, nor long.
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Arise, and make no longer pause,to judge my right awake:
My God, my Lord, to plead my cause,
of mine thine owne it make.
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As Justice is thy touch, to trie,judge, Lord my God, of mee:
And let not their unrighteous eie,
my fall, their triumph see.
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Let them not say within their heart,Ha, this our soule would have:
Let them not say, We for our part
have made our throat his grave.
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Abash't confusion cloud their face,that at my hurt rejoyce:
Shame be their shrowd, to my disgrace
that magnifie their voice.
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But joyfull shouting raise their spirit,and give their gladnesse way:
That in my Justice take delight,
this alway let them say,
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“Thy servant prospers more, the more“his proud oppressors cease:
“The Lord be magnifi'd therefore,
“that loves his servants peace.
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And so thy Justice shall fulfillthe musicke of my tongue:
Upon thy praise shall be my skill
to descant all day long.
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