XXXV.
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Striue Lord with them that stryve with me.
War on mine enemyes.
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Of scheeld and buckler tak thow hold,
And for my help arise.
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My persecuters' way to stop,
Bring forth the sword and spear.
I thy salvation am, O Lord,
Say, that my soule may heare.
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Who seek my soule, be they to shame
And to confusion broght;
Turnd back be they, confounded quite,
Who harme to me haue thoght.
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Be they like chaffe before the wynd,
God's angell them persewing.
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Let dark and slipprie be their way,
God's angell them subdewing.
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For (causlesslie), they in a pitt
Have hid for me ther net;
Yea, (causlesslie) haue for my soule
Dig'd, and devices sett.
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Let ruine him (wnware) surprise;
The net which hee did hide
Let catch himself; into the same
Destruction let him slyde.
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So in the Lord my soule sall joy,
In his salvation glade.
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Lord, who is lyk to thee? by all
My bones sall then be said;
To Thee, who dost the poore rescue
From him who is more strong;
The poore and indigent from those,
By spoyling would them wrong?
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False wittnesses arose, and askt
Me things I never knew;
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Yea, rendring ill for good, to spoyle
My soule vsd arts anew.
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But sack cloath wore I, whil as sick
They wer; (my soule broght low
With fasting;) back my prayer turn'd
To mine owne bosome so.
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As freend or brother hee had been,
I walk'd; with heavinesse
Bow'd doun, as at his mother's death
One sorrow doth expresse.
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But in my halting, joy they had,
And flockt togither fast;
The abjects flock against me, while
I knew not what had past.
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They did me teare and ceased not,
With counterfitts, who free
At feasts are jeasts to breck, they jeared,
And gnasht ther teeth at me.
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How long wilt thow look on, O Lord?
From their sad ruine draw
Thow back my soule, my desolate
Soule from the lyon's paw.
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Thanks will I render wnto Thee,
In the assemblie great;
And where much people meet, thy prayse
Solemnely celebrate.
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Them who wnjustlie are my foes,
Let not rejoice at me;
Nor, winking with the eye, me scorne,
Who hate me causlesslie.
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For peace they speek not, but contrive,
Earth's queyet ones to greeve,
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Deceatfull draughts; and to their mouths,
Against me freedome giue.
Aha; say they, aha; our eyes
Haue seen what bee they wold.
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All this beheld thow hast, O Lord:
Now no more silent hold.
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Bee not farre from me Lord. Rouse wp
Thy self to tak my part;
To judgement, to my caus awake,
My God and Lord who art.
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Judge me, O Lord my God, as just
Thow art; rejoyce at me,
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O Let them not, nor say in heart,
Ah, now our wills haue wee.
Them let not say, him swallowd vp
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Wee haue. 26. Ashamed quite,
To joint confusion be they broght,
Who in my hurt delyte.
Disgrace and shame them cloath, themselvs
Who gainst me magnifie;
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But glad be they who haue regaird
To my integritie.
All such lett shout for joy and say,
For ever let the Lord
Be magnify'd, who peace wnto
His servant did afford;
Yea in his peace did pleasure take;
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And of thy righteousnes
My tongue sall alwayes talk, evin all
The day thy praise expresse.
