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

Lord heare the right, my cry attend;
My pray'r, which lips unfeigned send:
Judge me, and with impartiall eye
Behold my causes equity.
Thou prov'st my heart, and in the night
Visit'st, and try'st, and find'st me right.
I in my purpos'd thoughts professe,
That never shall my mouth transgresse.

Thy word hath kept me from mens work
And pathes where the destroyer lurkes.
Hold up my goings in thy way,
That so my footsteps never stray.
I call'd on thee, who ar't inclin'd
My voyce to heare, my speech to mind.
O shew thy kindnes, thou, whose hand
Sav'st them that trust, when foes withstand.

Keep as the Apple of the eye,
And by Thee shadow'd let me lye:
From wicked men, and deadly foes,
Whose strong oppressions me enclose.
For they with fatnes swoll'n, and pride
Have compass'd us, and closely ey'd:
Like Lions greedy of their prey,
Or Lions whelps, they lurking lay.

Arise O Lord, and in thy frowne,
Both disappoint, and cast him downe.
Deliv'rance to my soul afford
From wicked men, who are thy sword!
From men, I say, who are thy hand,
To punish sinners in the land:
Whom pleasures of the world enslave
And in this life their portion have.

Thou giv'st them treasure at their will,
Their belly do'st with plenty fill:

Who full of Children at their death
Their substance to their race bequeath.
But I behold Thy glorious sight
And presence will in endlesse light;
And wak'd from death, with thee abide,
With Thy blest likenesse satisfi'd.

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Psal. XVII.