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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. 55. Exaudi Deus.

Ad Præstantem, in Neghinoth, Maschil Davidis.

1

Unto my praier, O God, give eare,
that where thou art in place,
My supplication may come there,
and thou not hide thy face.

2

Intend, and answer my complaint,
with straining up my voice:
In these extremes of woe that faint,
and make a troubled noise.

3

The enemies reproaches ring,
the wicked raise debate:
Iniquitie on me they bring,
and wroth the hand of hate.

4

My heart within me troubled sore,
is rack't to sorrowes height:
Than death it selfe, deaths terrours more
oppresse me with their weight.

5

Upon me feare and trembling fell,
and over me at last,
(My sorrowes best befitting cell)
a covering, horrour cast.

6

O, had I of a Dove (said I)
the wing, to waft my brest,
I then from these assaults would flie,
and find some seat of rest.

7

Hence would I get me farre (behold)
and in the Deserts bide,
Where I could seaze some safer hold,
my harmlesse head to hide.

102

8

Hence would I hasten mine escape,
and (horrour left behind)
Exchange my shelter and my shape,
to shun the stormy wind.

9

Their discord-tongues, O Lord, divide,
by swallowing up their life:
For in the Citie have I spi'd,
that rapine reignes and strife.

10

Upon the walls thereof they goe,
in compasse day and night,
And in the midst thereof by woe,
stands mischiefe arm'd with might.

11

Within her, who there walkes awhile,
but wickednesse he meets:
Dissembling mates, deceit and guile,
depart not from her streets.

12

For, not my soe was my disgrace,
his blow I could have borne:
From open hate have hid my face,
had he heav'd up his horne.

13

But it was thou, that went'st aside,
didst (faithlesse) faith pretend:
O man, my other halfe, my guide,
mine owne familiar friend.

14

Our Counsell sweetly did consent,
conceiv'd on either part:
As brethren to Gods House we went,
as in two breasts one heart.

15

Let hasty death upon them throng,
and send them quicke to Hell:
For evills are their roofes among,
within them where they dwell.

16

But I will call on God, and soon
the Lord will safety send:

103

At even will pray, at morne, at noone,
while he my cry intend.

17

He hath redeem'd my soule in peace,
from battels doubtfull feare:
Against me, as they did increase,
so with me many were.

18

Yea, God shall heare, and hold them low,
he that of old abode:

Selah.


For changelesse, but to worse they grow,
and why? they feare not God.

19

Against the heads, with him at peace
he hath sent forth his hand;
And (faithlesse) having no release,
profan'd his Covenants band.

20

His mouth more smooth than butter, words,
but in his heart made warre;
More soft than oile, than speares, darts, swords,
words wounding deeper farre.

21

Upon the Lord thy burthen cast,
and he shall nourish thee;
And give the Just to stand so fast,
that mov'd they never be.

22

The wicked, thou, O God, shalt fling
into corruptions pit:
Where they untimely perishing,
beyond all time shall sit.
Men stain'd with blouds, and fraudulent,
ripe age shall never see:
Nor live out halfe their daies well-spent;
but I will trust in thee.