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. LXIV.
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 | The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter |  |
Psal. LXIV.
My voice in Pray'r, O God, intend;
My life from foes defend.
Me from all wicked counsails shrowd,
And risings of the proud.
My life from foes defend.
Me from all wicked counsails shrowd,
And risings of the proud.
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Whose tongues full bent, and whet like swords,
As darts, shoot bitter words:
That fearlesse, and in secret they
The perfect man may slay.
As darts, shoot bitter words:
That fearlesse, and in secret they
The perfect man may slay.
In mischiefe they encourage each;
Of snares make private speech;
Which when in secret lay'd, They cry,
What eyes shall them descry?
Of snares make private speech;
Which when in secret lay'd, They cry,
What eyes shall them descry?
They both contrive, and practise ill,
Most diligent to kill:
Which in their heart concealed deep
Their thoughts in secret keep.
Most diligent to kill:
Which in their heart concealed deep
Their thoughts in secret keep.
But God shall with a suddaine dart
Wound their malitious heart:
So their own tongue betray them shall,
As causer of their fall.
Wound their malitious heart:
So their own tongue betray them shall,
As causer of their fall.
Then those deride them shall, that see,
And from their vengeance flee:
All men shall feare, and thence declare,
God's work these judgments are.
And from their vengeance flee:
All men shall feare, and thence declare,
God's work these judgments are.
For wisely they consider on,
And ponder what is done.
In God rejoyce then shall the just,
And glory in His trust.
And ponder what is done.
In God rejoyce then shall the just,
And glory in His trust.
| The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | |