The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter To be Sung after the Old Tunes used in the Churches [by Henry King] |
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Psal. CXX.
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The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | ||
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Psal. CXX.
With troubles prest, and drown'd in grief
I called for relief:
When God unto my help appear'd,
And my Petition heard.
I called for relief:
When God unto my help appear'd,
And my Petition heard.
Lord save me from their cruell lies,
Who would my life surprize.
Make not my soule their envies bait,
To perish by deceit.
Who would my life surprize.
Make not my soule their envies bait,
To perish by deceit.
What vengeance doth to Thee belong,
O false and perjur'd tongue?
Sharp arrowes, and a quenchlesse fire,
Shall one day be thy hire.
O false and perjur'd tongue?
Sharp arrowes, and a quenchlesse fire,
Shall one day be thy hire.
Wo unto me, constrain'd to dwell
So far from Jsrael;
That I in Mesech sojourne must,
And Tents of Kedar trust.
So far from Jsrael;
That I in Mesech sojourne must,
And Tents of Kedar trust.
My Soule this long time doth converse
With dispositions fierce:
Who shunned have, like some disease,
The happy fruits of peace.
With dispositions fierce:
Who shunned have, like some disease,
The happy fruits of peace.
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To quench wars flame, and lessen strife,
I labour'd all my life:
But They, when Treaties were my care,
For lasting war prepare.
I labour'd all my life:
But They, when Treaties were my care,
For lasting war prepare.
The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | ||