Psa. 144.
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A Psalme of David. It blesseth God, for his regard
of the humane Nature; Desires Christ's approch to Iudgment;
And requesteth to be delivered from worldlings &c.
It is vsefull to these purposes, & to inform vs,
that to be God's chosē-ones, is the greatest happines
&c.
[1]
Oh praise the Lord, for, he is all my Powre,
My hands & Armes, in warlike feats directing;
My grace, my gard, my sheild, my healp, my Towre,
My trusty freind, my foes to mee subiecting.
Lord, what is mā that thou art pleasd to know him?
Or what his child that thou sholdst favor show him?
2
Mā is as nought; his ioys like shades forsake him.
The heav'ns, oh Lord, decline, & down descēd thou
But touch, the Hils, & thou to smoke, shalt mak thē;
To scatter them, thy dreadfull lighting, send thou:
Shoot out thy shafts, vntill they be destroyed;
Let thy strong hand, to healp mee, be employed.
3
Oh save mee, from the water's over-swelling;
Let mee from forraigne Children be secured,
Whose mouthes, are alwaies lies & folly, telling,
And, whose righthands, to falshood, are envred.
Then, to thy praise, new songs, I will be singing,
On harp, & Psalt'ry of a tennfold stringing.
4
Let him, who doth on kings bestow salvation,
(And, from the sword, his servant David saveth)
Protect me frō that forraine generation,
Whose mouth speakes lies, & whose right-hand deceaveth
Who beg for sonns & daughters, in their prayer,
Like plants & pretious stones, welshap'd, & faire.
5
Who pray for Granards, fully stored ever.
Whos floks yong breed, evn in their streets aboundeth:
Whose well fed Oxe, in labour, faileth never;
&, in whose Townes, nor cry, nor tumult soundeth.
For, tho such men a blessing have possessed;
Yet, they whose God's the Lord, are much more blessed.