The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

O Lord my God in thee I trust;
Deliver mee from the unjust.
Least Lyon-like my soule he teare,
Whilst none is for my reskue neare.
Lord if this guilt upon me stands,
Or wickednesse be in my hands;

If friend I ill rewarded have,
Or causelesse foe I did not save:

Then let mine enemy pursue,
Let him my captive soule subdue:
Let him my life to earth down thrust,
And lay mine honour in the dust.
O Lord! in thy fierce wrath arise;
Take vengeance on mine enemies.
The people then shall me come nigh;
For their sakes lift thy selfe on high.

The Lord his judgement shall dispence,
According to mine innocence:
O let all wicked counsailes end;
But just men stablish, and defend.
For God the heart and reines doth try
Preserves men of integrity.
God doth in right his judgements lay
Yet is provoked every day.

If he not turne, His sword is whet;
His bow is bent, and ready set.
The instruments of death He brings,
And arrowes from His quiver flings.
Behold he travailes great with hate,
Mischiefe conceaves, brings forth deceit.
He made a ditch, and dig'd a Pit,
And he himselfe is fall'n in it.

Thus all his practises revert,
To strike his owne malicious heart.
His mischiefe shall his own head wound;
His violence himselfe confound.
I will the praise of God expresse,
According to His righteousnesse:
And in my Songs extoll the fame
Of His most high, most glorious Name.

University of Virginia Library

Psal. VII.