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

Plead (Lord) my cause with striving foes
Against them fight who me oppose.
The shield for my Protection weare;
Draw out Thy all-subduing speare.
Stop Thou my persecutors way;
Soule, I am thy salvation, say.
Let them drove back with shame retire
Who to procure my hurt conspire.

Like chaffe before the Whirlwinds blast,
Let them be by God's Angell chas'd:
Darke be their way, their steps untrue;
And let His Angel them pursue.
For without cause they hid their snare
And for my soule did pits prepare.
But let themselves surprised all
In their contriv'd destruction fall.

My soule in God shall joyfull be:
My bones all say; who's like to Thee?

Who keep'st the poor from suff'ring wrong,
And help'st the needy 'gainst the strong.
False witnesse did against me rise,
And things unknowne to me devise.
For good they me reward with ill,
To spoile my soule, and life to spill.

Yet when they lay in sicknesse cast,
I did for them both pray, and fast;
As for my friend, or brother borne,
Or for my Mother did I mourne.
But of my trouble glad they joyn'd:
Yea abjects in my scorne combin'd.
The mocking hypocrites at feasts,
By flowting me, delight the guests.

How long wilt Thou looke on, O Lord,
Nor reskue to my soule afford?
O save me from destructions jawes;
My darling from the Lions pawes.
Then in the great assembly I
Will thanks and praises multiply.
Let not insulting foes despise,
Or wink upon me with their eyes.

They speake not peace, but practise strife,
Disturbing those of quiet life.
Their mouth 'gainst me they opened wide;
Ha ha, our eye hath seene it, cry'd.

O Lord! Thou their despight dost see:
Nor silence keep, nor absent be.
Stirre up Thy selfe, to judgment wake;
My cause to Thy protection take.

O judge me in Thy truth, least they
With joy, We have him swallow'd, say.
But let confounding shame them cloath,
Who love my hurt, my quiet loath.
Let them that favour my just cause,
Extoll the Lord with lowd applause;
Whose goodnes doth his servant raise:
And still my tongue shall speake Thy praise

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Psal. XXXV.