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SOME fewe of Dauids Psalms Metaphrased, for a taste of the rest.
TO MY LOVING and learned Cosen, Mr Samvel Bvrton, Archdeacon of Glocester.
Psal. 1.
Who
hath not walkt astray,
In wicked mens advise,
Nor stood in sinners way;
Nor in their companyes
That scorners are,
As their fit mate,
In scoffing chayre,
Hath euer sate;
In wicked mens advise,
Nor stood in sinners way;
Nor in their companyes
That scorners are,
As their fit mate,
In scoffing chayre,
Hath euer sate;
But in thy lawes diuine,
O Lord sets his delight,
And in those lawes of thine
Studies all day and night;
Oh, how that man
Thrise blessed is!
And sure shall gaine
Eternall blisse.
O Lord sets his delight,
And in those lawes of thine
Studies all day and night;
Oh, how that man
Thrise blessed is!
And sure shall gaine
Eternall blisse.
He shall be like the tree,
Set by the water-springs,
Which when his seasons be
Most pleasant fruite forth-brings:
Whose boughes so greene
Shall neuer fade,
But couered bene
With comely shade.
Set by the water-springs,
Which when his seasons be
Most pleasant fruite forth-brings:
Whose boughes so greene
Shall neuer fade,
But couered bene
With comely shade.
So, to this happy wight,
All his designes shall thriue:
Whereas the man vnright,
As chaff which winds do driue,
With euery blast
Is tost on hy,
Nor can at last
In safety lie.
All his designes shall thriue:
Whereas the man vnright,
As chaff which winds do driue,
With euery blast
Is tost on hy,
Nor can at last
In safety lie.
Wherefore, in that sad doome,
They dare not rise from dust:
Nor shall no Sinner come
To glory of the iust.
For, God will grace
The Iust-mans way;
While sinners race
Runs to decay.
They dare not rise from dust:
Nor shall no Sinner come
To glory of the iust.
For, God will grace
The Iust-mans way;
While sinners race
Runs to decay.
Psal. 2.
Why
do the Gentils tumults make,
And nations all conspire in vain,
And earthly Princes counsell take
Against their God; against the raigne
Of his deere Christ? let vs, they saine,
Break al their bonds: & from vs shake
Their thraldoms yoke, & seruile chain.
VVhiles thus alas they fondly spake,
And nations all conspire in vain,
And earthly Princes counsell take
Against their God; against the raigne
Of his deere Christ? let vs, they saine,
Break al their bonds: & from vs shake
Their thraldoms yoke, & seruile chain.
VVhiles thus alas they fondly spake,
He that aloft rides on the skies,
Laughs all their leud deuise to scorne
And when his wrathfull rage shal rise,
With plagues shal make the al forlorne,
And in his fury thus replyes;
But I, my King with sacred horne
Anointing, shall in princely guise
His headwith royall crowne adorne.
Laughs all their leud deuise to scorne
And when his wrathfull rage shal rise,
With plagues shal make the al forlorne,
And in his fury thus replyes;
But I, my King with sacred horne
Anointing, shall in princely guise
His headwith royall crowne adorne.
Upon my Syons holy mount
His Empires glorious seat shall be.
And I thus rais'd shall farre recount
The tenour of his true decree:
My Son thou art, said God, I thee
Begat this daie by due account:
Thy scepter, do but ask of mee,
All earthly kingdomes shall surmount.
His Empires glorious seat shall be.
And I thus rais'd shall farre recount
The tenour of his true decree:
My Son thou art, said God, I thee
Begat this daie by due account:
Thy scepter, do but ask of mee,
All earthly kingdomes shall surmount.
All nations, to thy rightfull sway,
will subiect; from furthest end
Of all the world: and thou shalt bray
Those stubborn foes that wil not bend,
With iron mace (like potters clay)
In pieces small: Ye Kings attend;
And ye, whom others wont obay,
Learne wisedome, and at last amend.
will subiect; from furthest end
Of all the world: and thou shalt bray
Those stubborn foes that wil not bend,
With iron mace (like potters clay)
In pieces small: Ye Kings attend;
And ye, whom others wont obay,
Learne wisedome, and at last amend.
See, ye serue God, with greater dread
Then others you: and in your feare
Reioice the while; and (lowely spred)
Do homage to his sonne so deare:
Least he be wroth, and do you dead
Amids your way. If kindeled
His wrath shalbe; O blessed those,
That do on him their trust repose.
Then others you: and in your feare
Reioice the while; and (lowely spred)
Do homage to his sonne so deare:
Least he be wroth, and do you dead
Amids your way. If kindeled
His wrath shalbe; O blessed those,
That do on him their trust repose.
Psal. 3.
Ah
Lord! how many be my foes!
How many are against me rose,
That to my grieued soule haue sed,
Tush: God shall him no succour yield;
whiles thou Lord art my praise, my shield
And dost aduance my carefull head.
How many are against me rose,
That to my grieued soule haue sed,
Tush: God shall him no succour yield;
whiles thou Lord art my praise, my shield
And dost aduance my carefull head.
Loud with my voice to God I cri'd:
His grace vnto my sute reply'd,
From out his Sions holy hill.
I layd me downe, slept, rose againe.
For thou O Lord dost me sustaine,
And sav'st my soule from feared ill.
His grace vnto my sute reply'd,
From out his Sions holy hill.
For thou O Lord dost me sustaine,
And sav'st my soule from feared ill.
Not if ten thousand armed foes
My naked side should round enclose,
Would I be thereof ought a-dred.
Up Lord and shield me from disgrace:
For thou hast broke my foe-mens face,
And all the wickeds teeth hast shed.
My naked side should round enclose,
Would I be thereof ought a-dred.
Up Lord and shield me from disgrace:
For thou hast broke my foe-mens face,
And all the wickeds teeth hast shed.
Psal. 4.
Thou
witnesse of my truth sincere,
My God vnto my poore request
Uouch-saue to lend thy gracious eare:
Thou hast my soule from thral releast.
My God vnto my poore request
Uouch-saue to lend thy gracious eare:
Thou hast my soule from thral releast.
Fauour me still, and daigne to heare
Mine humble sute. O wretched wights,
How long will yee mine honour deare
Turn into shame through your despites?
Mine humble sute. O wretched wights,
How long will yee mine honour deare
Turn into shame through your despites?
Still will ye loue what thing is vaine,
And seek false hopes? know thē at last,
That God hath chose & will maintain
His fauorite, whom ye disgrac't.
And seek false hopes? know thē at last,
That God hath chose & will maintain
His fauorite, whom ye disgrac't.
God will regard mine instant mone.
Oh! tremble then, and cease offending;
And, on your silent bed alone,
Talk with your harts, your waies amending.
Oh! tremble then, and cease offending;
And, on your silent bed alone,
Talk with your harts, your waies amending.
Offer the truest sacrifice
Of broken hearts; on God besetting
Your only trust. The most deuise
The waies of worldly treasure getting:
Of broken hearts; on God besetting
Your only trust. The most deuise
The waies of worldly treasure getting:
But thou, O Lord, lift vp to mee
The light of that sweet lookes of thine;
So shall my soule more gladsome be,
Then theirs with al their corn & wine.
The light of that sweet lookes of thine;
Then theirs with al their corn & wine.
So I in peace shall lay me down,
And on my bed take quiet sleep;
Whiles thou, O Lord, shalt me alone
From dangers all securely keep.
And on my bed take quiet sleep;
Whiles thou, O Lord, shalt me alone
From dangers all securely keep.
Psal. 5.
Bow
downe thine eare
Lord to these words of mine,
And well regarde
the secret plaints I make.
My King, my God,
to thee I do betake
My sad estate
oh do thine eare incline
To these loud cryes
that to thee powred bin.
Lord to these words of mine,
And well regarde
the secret plaints I make.
My King, my God,
to thee I do betake
My sad estate
oh do thine eare incline
To these loud cryes
that to thee powred bin.
At early morne
thou shalt my voyce attend:
For, at day breake,
I will my selfe addresse
Thee to implore,
and waite for due redresse.
Thou dost not Lord
delight in wickednesse;
Nor to bad men
wilt thy protection lend.
thou shalt my voyce attend:
For, at day breake,
I will my selfe addresse
Thee to implore,
and waite for due redresse.
Thou dost not Lord
delight in wickednesse;
Nor to bad men
wilt thy protection lend.
The boasters proud
cannot before thee stay:
Thou hat'st all those
that are to sinne deuoted:
The lying lippes,
& who with bloud are spotted,
Thou doost abhorre,
and wilt for euer slaie:
But I vnto
thine house shall take the way,
cannot before thee stay:
Thou hat'st all those
that are to sinne deuoted:
The lying lippes,
& who with bloud are spotted,
Thou doost abhorre,
and wilt for euer slaie:
thine house shall take the way,
And through thy grace
aboundant shall adore,
With humble feare
within thine holy place.
Oh! lead me Lord
within thy righteous trace:
Euen for their sakes
that malice me so sore,
Make smooth thy paths
my dimmer eyes before.
aboundant shall adore,
With humble feare
within thine holy place.
Oh! lead me Lord
within thy righteous trace:
Euen for their sakes
that malice me so sore,
Make smooth thy paths
my dimmer eyes before.
Within their mouth
no truth is euer found:
Pure mischiefe is
their heart: a gaping toome
Is their wide throate;
& yet their tongues stil sound
With smoothing words.
O Lord giue them their doom,
And let them fall,
in those their plots profound.
no truth is euer found:
Pure mischiefe is
their heart: a gaping toome
& yet their tongues stil sound
With smoothing words.
O Lord giue them their doom,
And let them fall,
in those their plots profound.
In their excesse
of mischiefe them destroy
That rebells are;
so those that to thee flie
Shall all reioice
and sing eternally:
And whom thou dost
protect, and who loue thee,
And thy deare name,
in thee shall euer ioy.
of mischiefe them destroy
That rebells are;
so those that to thee flie
Shall all reioice
and sing eternally:
And whom thou dost
protect, and who loue thee,
And thy deare name,
in thee shall euer ioy.
Since thou with blisse
the righteous dost reward,
And with thy grace
as with a shield him guard.
the righteous dost reward,
And with thy grace
as with a shield him guard.
Psal. 6.
Let
mee not Lord
be in thy wrath reproued:
Oh! scourge mee not
when thy fierce rage is moued.
Pity mee, Lord,
that do with languor pine:
Heale mee whose bones
with paine dissolued bin;
Whose weary soule
is vexed aboue measure.
Oh Lord how long
shall I 'bids thy displeasure!
be in thy wrath reproued:
Oh! scourge mee not
when thy fierce rage is moued.
that do with languor pine:
Heale mee whose bones
with paine dissolued bin;
Whose weary soule
is vexed aboue measure.
Oh Lord how long
shall I 'bids thy displeasure!
Turne thee O Lord,
rescue my soule distrest;
And saue me, of thy grace.
Mongst those that rest,
In silent death
can none remember thee:
And in the graue
how shouldst thou praised be?
Weary with sighs,
all night I caus'd my bed
To swim: with teares
my couch I watered.
rescue my soule distrest;
And saue me, of thy grace.
Mongst those that rest,
In silent death
can none remember thee:
And in the graue
how shouldst thou praised be?
Weary with sighs,
all night I caus'd my bed
my couch I watered.
Deepe sorrow hath
consum'd my dimmed eyne,
Sunk in with griefe
at these leud foes of mine:
But now hence, hence,
vaine plotters of mine ill:
The Lord hath heard
my lamentations shrill;
God heard my suit
and still attends the same:
Blush now, my foes,
and fly with sudden shame.
consum'd my dimmed eyne,
Sunk in with griefe
at these leud foes of mine:
But now hence, hence,
vaine plotters of mine ill:
The Lord hath heard
my lamentations shrill;
God heard my suit
and still attends the same:
Blush now, my foes,
and fly with sudden shame.
Psal. 7.
On
thee, O Lord my God, relyes
Mine only trust: frō bloody spight
Of all my raging enemies
Oh! let thy mercy me acquite;
Least they like greedy Lyons rend
My soule, whiles none shal it defend
Mine only trust: frō bloody spight
Of all my raging enemies
Oh! let thy mercy me acquite;
Least they like greedy Lyons rend
My soule, whiles none shal it defend
Oh Lord! if I this thing haue wrought,
If in my hands be found such ill:
If I with mischief euer sought
To pay good turnes; or did not still
Doe good vnto my causelesse foe,
That thirsted for my ouerthrowe;
If in my hands be found such ill:
To pay good turnes; or did not still
Doe good vnto my causelesse foe,
That thirsted for my ouerthrowe;
Then let my foe, in eager chace,
Ore take my soule, and proudly tread
My life belowe; and with dis-grace
In dust lay downe mine honor dead.
Rise vp in rage, O Lord, eft-soone
Aduance thine arm against my fo'ne:
Ore take my soule, and proudly tread
My life belowe; and with dis-grace
In dust lay downe mine honor dead.
Rise vp in rage, O Lord, eft-soone
Aduance thine arm against my fo'ne:
And wake for me till thou fulfil
My promis'd right; so shal glad throngs
Of people flock vnto thine hill.
For their sakes then reuenge my wrōgs,
And rouse thy self. Thy iudgements be
O'real the world: Lord iudge thou me;
My promis'd right; so shal glad throngs
Of people flock vnto thine hill.
For their sakes then reuenge my wrōgs,
And rouse thy self. Thy iudgements be
O'real the world: Lord iudge thou me;
As truth and honest innocence
Thou find'st in me, Lord iudge thou me
Settle the iust with sure defence:
Let me the wicked's malice see
Brought to an end. For thy iust eye
Doth hearts and inward reyns descry
Thou find'st in me, Lord iudge thou me
Settle the iust with sure defence:
Let me the wicked's malice see
Brought to an end. For thy iust eye
Doth hearts and inward reyns descry
My safety stands in God; who shields
The sound in hart: whose doom each day
To iust men and contemners yields
Their due. Except he change his waie
His sword is whet, to bloud intended,
His murdring bowe is ready bended.
The sound in hart: whose doom each day
To iust men and contemners yields
Their due. Except he change his waie
His sword is whet, to bloud intended,
His murdring bowe is ready bended.
Weapons of death he hath addrest
And arrowes keene to pearce my foe,
Who late bred mischiefe in his brest;
But when he doth on trauell goe,
Brings forth a ly. Deep pits he delues,
And falls into his pits himselue.
And arrowes keene to pearce my foe,
Who late bred mischiefe in his brest;
But when he doth on trauell goe,
And falls into his pits himselue.
Back to his own head shall rebound
His plotted mischiefe; and his wrongs
His crown shal craze: But I shal sound
Iehouah's praise with thankful songs,
And will his glorious name expresse,
And tell of all his righteousnesse.
His plotted mischiefe; and his wrongs
His crown shal craze: But I shal sound
Iehouah's praise with thankful songs,
And will his glorious name expresse,
And tell of all his righteousnesse.
Psal. 8.
How noble is thy mighty name,O Lord o're all the worlds wide frame
Whose glory is aduanc't on hye
Aboue the rouling heauens rack!
How for the gracelesse scorners sake,
To still th' auenging enemy,
Hast thou by tender infants tongue,
The praise of thy great name made strōg,
While they hang sucking on the brest.
But when I see thine heauens bright,
The Moon & glittering stars of night,
By thine almighty hand addrest;
That thou so mind'st him, & dost daine
To look at his vnworthy seed!
Thou hast him set not much beneath
Thine Angels bright; & with a wreath
Of glory hast adorn'd his head.
Thou hast him made by souerayne
Of al thy works; & stretcht his raigne
Unto the heards, and beasts vntame,
To foules, and to the scaly traine,
That glideth through the watery main.
How noble each-where is thy name!
Psal. 9.
Thee
& thy wondrous deeds, O God
With all my soule I sound abroad
My ioy, my triumph is in thee,
Of thy drad name my song shal be,
With all my soule I sound abroad
My ioy, my triumph is in thee,
Of thy drad name my song shal be,
O highest God: since put to flight,
And fall'n and vanisht at thy sight,
Are all my foes; for thou hast past
Iust sentence on my cause at last:
And fall'n and vanisht at thy sight,
Are all my foes; for thou hast past
Iust sentence on my cause at last:
And sitting on thy throne aboue,
A rightful Iudge thy selfe do'st proue:
The troupes profane thy checkes haue stroid
And made their name for euer void.
A rightful Iudge thy selfe do'st proue:
The troupes profane thy checkes haue stroid
And made their name for euer void.
Where's now, my foes, your threatned wrack?
So well you did our citties sack,
And bring to dust; whiles that ye say,
Their name shall dy as well as they.
So well you did our citties sack,
And bring to dust; whiles that ye say,
Their name shall dy as well as they.
Lo, in eternall state God sits,
And his hy throne to iustice fits:
Whose righteous hand the world shall weeld
And to al folk iust doom shal yeeld.
And his hy throne to iustice fits:
Whose righteous hand the world shall weeld
And to al folk iust doom shal yeeld.
The poore from hy find his reliefe,
The poore in needfull times of griefe:
Who knowes thee Lord, to thee shall cleaue,
That neuer do'st thy cliēts leaue.
The poore in needfull times of griefe:
That neuer do'st thy cliēts leaue.
Oh! sing the God that doth abide,
On Sion mount; and blazon wide
His worthy deeds. For, he pursues
The guiltlesse bloud with vengeance due:
On Sion mount; and blazon wide
His worthy deeds. For, he pursues
The guiltlesse bloud with vengeance due:
He minds their case; nor can passe o're
Sad clamours of the wronged poore.
Oh! mercy Lord; thou that do'st saue
My soule from gates of death & graue:
Sad clamours of the wronged poore.
Oh! mercy Lord; thou that do'st saue
My soule from gates of death & graue:
Oh! see the wrong my foes haue done;
That I thy praise, to all that gone,
Through daughter Sions beautious gate
With thankfull songs may loud relate;
That I thy praise, to all that gone,
Through daughter Sions beautious gate
With thankfull songs may loud relate;
And may reioice in thy safe ayd.
Behold: the Gentiles, whiles they made
A deadly pit my soule to drowne,
Into their pit are sunken downe;
Behold: the Gentiles, whiles they made
A deadly pit my soule to drowne,
Into their pit are sunken downe;
In that close snare they hid for mee,
Lo their owne feet entangled bee.
By this iust doom the Lord is known,
That th' ill are punisht with their own.
Lo their owne feet entangled bee.
By this iust doom the Lord is known,
That th' ill are punisht with their own.
Down shall the wicked backward fall
To deepest hell, and nations all
That God forget; nor shall the poore
Forgotten be for euermore.
To deepest hell, and nations all
That God forget; nor shall the poore
Forgotten be for euermore.
The constant hope of soules opprest
Shall not ay dy. Rise from thy rest,
Oh Lord, let not men base and rude
Preuaile: iudge thou the multitude
Shall not ay dy. Rise from thy rest,
Preuaile: iudge thou the multitude
Of Lawelesse pagans: strike pale fear
Into those breasts late stubborn were:
And let the Gentiles feele and find,
They been but men of mortall kind.
Into those breasts late stubborn were:
And let the Gentiles feele and find,
They been but men of mortall kind.
Psal. 9.
Why
stād'st thou Lord aloof so lōg
& hid'st thee in due times of need
Whiles leud men proudly offer wrong
Vnto the poore? In their owne deed,
And their deuise let them be caught.
For lo, the wicked braues and boasts
In his vile and outragious thought,
And blesseth him that rauins most.
& hid'st thee in due times of need
Whiles leud men proudly offer wrong
Vnto the poore? In their owne deed,
And their deuise let them be caught.
For lo, the wicked braues and boasts
In his vile and outragious thought,
And blesseth him that rauins most.
On God he dares insult: his pride
Scornes to inquire of powers aboue,
But his stout thoughts haue stil deni'd
Ther is a God; His waies yet proue
Aye prosperous: thy iudgements hye
Doe farre surmount his dimmer sight.
Therfore doth he all foes defie:
His heart saith; I shal stand in spight,
Scornes to inquire of powers aboue,
But his stout thoughts haue stil deni'd
Ther is a God; His waies yet proue
Aye prosperous: thy iudgements hye
Doe farre surmount his dimmer sight.
Therfore doth he all foes defie:
His heart saith; I shal stand in spight,
Nor euer moue; nor danger 'bide.
His mouth is fill'd with curses foule;
And with close fraud: His tongue doth hide
Mischief & il: he seeks the soule
Of harmlesse men in secret wait,
And in the corners of the street,
Doth shed their blood; with scorne and hate
His eyes vpon the poore are set.
His mouth is fill'd with curses foule;
And with close fraud: His tongue doth hide
Mischief & il: he seeks the soule
Of harmlesse men in secret wait,
And in the corners of the street,
Doth shed their blood; with scorne and hate
His eyes vpon the poore are set.
As some fell Lyon in his den,
He closely lurkes the poore to spoile,
He spoiles the poore and helplesse men,
When once he snares them in his toile.
He croucheth lowe in cunning wile,
And bows his brest; wheron whol thrōgs
Of poor, whom his fair showes beguile,
Fall to be subiect to his wrongs.
He closely lurkes the poore to spoile,
He spoiles the poore and helplesse men,
When once he snares them in his toile.
He croucheth lowe in cunning wile,
And bows his brest; wheron whol thrōgs
Of poor, whom his fair showes beguile,
Fall to be subiect to his wrongs.
God hath forgot, (in soule he sayes)
He hides his face to neuer see.
Lord God arise; thine hand vp-raise:
Let not thy poore forgotten be.
Shal these insulting wretches scorne
Their God; and say thou wilt not care?
Thou see'st, (for all thou hast forborn)
Thou see'st what al their mischiefs are;
He hides his face to neuer see.
Lord God arise; thine hand vp-raise:
Let not thy poore forgotten be.
Shal these insulting wretches scorne
Their God; and say thou wilt not care?
Thou see'st, (for all thou hast forborn)
Thou see'st what al their mischiefs are;
That to thine hand of vengeance iust
Thou maist thē take: the poor distressed
Rely on thee with constant trust,
The help of Orphans and oppressed.
Oh! break the wickeds arme of might,
And search out al their cursed trains,
And let them vanish out of sight.
The Lord as King for euer raignes.
Thou maist thē take: the poor distressed
Rely on thee with constant trust,
The help of Orphans and oppressed.
Oh! break the wickeds arme of might,
And search out al their cursed trains,
And let them vanish out of sight.
The Lord as King for euer raignes.
From forth his coasts, the heathen sect
Are rooted quite: thou Lord attēdest
To poore mens suites; thou doo'st direct
Their harts: to thē thine eare thou bēdest;
That thou maist rescue, frō despight,
The wofull fatherlesse, and poore:
That, so, the vaine and earthen wight
On vs may tyrannize no more.
Are rooted quite: thou Lord attēdest
To poore mens suites; thou doo'st direct
Their harts: to thē thine eare thou bēdest;
That thou maist rescue, frō despight,
The wofull fatherlesse, and poore:
That, so, the vaine and earthen wight
On vs may tyrannize no more.
FINIS.
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