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

Lo, for my Soule they ly in wait;
The mighty are confederate.
Yet is it not for my offence,
They thus prepare to take me hence.
Awake, (O Lord) behold my wrong;
Thy help withhold not from me long.

O Lord! Thou God of Hosts awake;
Of all the Heathen vengeance take:
Let not Thy grace to them extend,
Who with malitious hearts offend.
Like dogs they come, when day is done,
Which snarling through the City run:
Behold they belch out daring words;
And in their lips they carry swords.

For who (say they) our acts shall heare?
Or hinder us, when we appeare?
But Thou (O Lord) shalt them deride,
And strike the heathen in their pride.
O Lord! my trust awaites on Thee,
Who by Thy strength shall guarded be.
Gods saving mercy me prevents;
Mine eye shall see their ill events.

Disperse them (Lord, my sheild!) not slay;
Least it forget my people may.
Let their mouthes sin themselvs confound:
Themselves their lyes and curses wound.

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Great King! consume them in thine ire;
Let them like dogs at night retire,
Still wand'ring up and down for meat;
And grudge, when lacking what to eat.

But of Thy pow'r my lips shall sing;
Yea long before the day doth spring,
My thankfull hymnes shall sound aloud
The Mercy Thou to me hast show'd.
Thou art in trouble my defense,
A refuge for my innocence.
To Thee O God my strength Ile sing,
For Thou dost help, and mercy bring.

University of Virginia Library

Psal. LIX.