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

Why (Lord!) dost Thou so far abide?
Thy face in times of trouble hide?
Proud men the helplesse persecute;
But let them fall in the pursuit.
He boasteth in his own desires,
And wretches, whom God hates, admires.
Through pride of heart he God neglects,
Whom he nor thinkes on, nor affects.

His grievous wayes Thy judgments flight;
His thoughts do feare no opposite,

He said, I never shall be mov'd,
Nor by adversity be prov'd.
His mouth deceit and curses fill;
Whilst mischiefes from his tongue distill.
He lurkes to kill the innocent;
His eyes against the poore are bent.

He as a Lyon lyes in wait
To catch the guiltlesse through deceit.
With humble shewes he doth assay
To make the poore his strong ones prey.
His heart hath said, God hath forgot:
He hides His face, and seeth not.
O God, lift up thy selfe, arise,
And think upon our miseries.

Why doth his pride, and scorn surmount?
As if that God kept no account;
Nor will his wicked workes require,
Or in His judgements pay their hire.
Lord! Thou hast seen his impious spight,
Whose hand their follies can requite.
He trusts on Thee, whom woes oppresse,
Who still do'st help the fatherlesse.

Break Thou their wicked arme at length,
And let them perish by Thy strength.
Thou canst, O Lord, Eternall King,
The Heathen to destruction bring.

Thou hear'st Thy servants humble plaint;
Prepar'st their heart, art swift to grant:
To judge the poore and fatherlesse,
That men of earth no more oppresse.

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Psal. X.