VII.
Concerning Cush the Benjamite,
His words thus David did endyte.
1
Lord, thow my God art, great in might,
I put my trust in thee;
Opprest and persecute by spight,
Save and deliuer me.
2
Save, lest my trembling soule the foe
Doe lyk a lion, teare,
And rent without releeff, whill no
Deliu'rer doth appear.
3
If guiltie, Lord my God, I be
Of this; if in my hands
Be wickednesse; of amitie
Iff I have brock the bands,
4
Rewarding evill to my freends;
Yee, have not him rescued,
Who (causlesse) did my hurt intend,
My soule let be persewed.
5
Of it my partie lett mak prey,
Yea, lett him (as wer just)
My lyff on earth tread doun, and lay
My honour in the dust.
6
Rise, Lord, enraig'd; thy throne O take,
My foes ar furious growne.
To thy appointed judgment wake,
For me thy might mak known.
7
So throngs of people sall enclose
And glaidlie compasse thee.
Vp therfor, Lord, becaus of those,
Returne thow vpon high.
8
The Lord the people, more and lesse,
Sall judge; Lord, judge thow me
According to my righteousnes
And my integrity.
9
The malice of the wicked bound,
O bring it to ane end!
But stable lett the just be found
By search; thow dost discend
10
Into the heart and reins, just Lord;
God is a scheeld to me;
To all hee saiftie doth afford,
In hart who vpright be.
11
God judgeth just men; bot abhor'd
Of God, is every day
12
The wicked. Hee will whet his sword
Vnlesse hee change his way.
His bow is bent and readie made,
13
For him death's weapons gott;
Prepar'd his arrowes, to invade
The persecuters hott.
14
Behold hee travelleth with payne,
To hatch iniquity,
And (great with mischeeff), vexd in vayn,
Brings forth at last a lie.
15
A pitt he (purposelie) prepar'd,
And digt it deep, bot fall
Deserv'dlie, in the ditch ensnaired,
For others made, hee shall.
16
His wicked plotts all, which by slight
Of violence he wroght,
At last sall on his own head light,
And back on him be broght.
17
As righteous, I the Lord did try
His praise I will proclaime;
Sing praise will I vnto the high
Jehovah's holie name.
