Psa. 143.
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A Psalme of David. It expresseth with much forvencie,
many conflicts of the spirit; emploreth God's free
Mercy; in regard of our universall impurity, of the malice of
our foes, & disability of our nature &c. The vse is manifest.
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Lord, my humble supplication,
Heed, & heare with acceptation,
In thy Doomes, of Truth & Right.
Iudge, but judge thou not severely;
For, if thou observe vs nearly,
None are blameles in thy sight.
2
By the foe, my soul is chased,
Wounded, & in darknes placed,
As one buried, long agoe.
I, am inwardly, perplexed,
Yea, my spirit sore is vexed;
And, my hart is full of woe,
3
On the times, now past, I ponder,
And, on all the works of wonder.
Which were framed by thy hands,
Thee, I seek, with due submission;
And, my soul, for thy fruition
Longeth, as the thirstie Lands.
4
Lord, with speed, give ear vnto me,
And, thy face divart not fro me;
For, my spirits, feeble growe.
Since, on thee I have depended,
Let mee timely be defended,
Lest, into the grave I goe.
5
Guide my feet, by thy direction,
For, thou hast my hart's affection.
Me from all my foes release.
Lord my God (my safe abidinge)
Bring mee, by thy spirits guiding,
To the Land of Righteousnes
6
Grace, to do thy pleasure give mee:
For, thy Namesake, Lord, revive me;
Let thy Iustice be my gard.
Yea, destroy (of thy compassion)
Those that seek my soules vexation:
For, I am thy servant, Lord.
