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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. 63. Deus, Deus meus.

Psalmus David, cùm is esset in solitudine Jehudah.

1

Thou art, O God, my God alone,
mine eies shall watch to see
The Nights obscurer watchmen gone,
and early seeke for thee.

2

For thee my thirsty soule doth toile,
for thee my flesh doth long:

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Within a waste and weary soile,
and waters none among.

3

Within thy Sanctuaries seat,
which now I see no more;
To see thy power and glory great,
as I have seen before.

4

For, good thy mercy is above
the gladsome length of daies,
More lovely is than life thy love,
“My lips shall sing thy praise.

5

Thus will I blesse thee, while I live,
while breath this breast commands;
And in thy Name, the off'ring give
of my up-lifted hands.

6

With marrow, and with fatnesse fed,
my soule shall be full fill'd;
And from my mouth thy praises spread,
through joyfull lips distill'd.

7

Of thee my bed remembrance brings,
by night I watch for thee:

8

And shout, when shadowed with thy wings,
thy saving help I see.

9

To thee my Hermit-soule adheres,
here, from thy House expell'd;
Where never thy right hand forbeares,
nor leaves me un-upheld.

10

But they, that make my life their prey,
and for my soule contend:
Where lowest earth hath made their way,
to death let them descend.

11

A hand on them the sword shall heave,
and shed their guilty blood:
The loath'd remainder they shall leave,
shall be the Foxes food.

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12

In God, be glad, yet shall the King,
and all that sweare Him by,
Shall glory, but be stopt the spring,
the lips that speake a lie.