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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. 84. Quàm dilecta?

Ad Præstantem, super Gittith. Filiorum Choreh Psalmus.

1

How amiable (Lord of Hosts)
thy dwelling places are?
How farre above all other coasts,
thy Tents exceed compare?

2

Lord, of thy Courts, to joy the fight,
my longing soule suspires,
My flesh, my heart, above delight,
the living God desires.

3

The Sparrow finds a roome to rest,
from reach of common wrong:
The Swallow builds a curious nest,
where she may couch her young.

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4

They, Lord of Hosts, within thy roofe,
even to thine Altars home,
My King, my God, without reproofe,
(O me excluded) come.

5

With them, what blessings dwellers are,
that in thy dwellings dwell:
A house for thee, their hearts prepare,
thy praises shall they tell.

Selah.


6

They through the vale of Baca goe,
where teares find comforts spring;
And showers, to quench the sighes of woe,
in cisterns, blessings bring.

7

So marching on, from strength to strength,
them shall their vigour beare;
Till to the God of Gods, at length,
in Sion they appeare.

8

Lord God of Hosts, from Heaven thy seat,
my supplication heare:
To what my praiers of thee entreat,
O Jacobs God, give eare.

9

See who it is that sues for grace,
see whom thou hast forsooke:
O God, our shield, upon the face
of thine annointed looke.

10

For, in thy Courts the sweet content,
that one day spent, commends;
Is better than a thousand spent,
that elsewhere any spends.
More in thine House love I their roome,
that at thy threshold sit;
Than in their Tents, my God, to come,
that wickednesse commit.

11

For God the Lord, our Sun and Shield,
will grace and glory give;

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And no good thing withhold to yeeld,
to them that perfect live.

12

O Lord of Hosts, thy Arme of Power,
that Armies powers doth bend;
Shall on the man thy blessings powre,
whose hopes on thee depend.