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

In thee (O Lord) my trust I place;
Confound me never with disgrace:
Thou in Thy justice set me free,
Incline Thine eare, and succour me.
Be Thou my strong and safe resort,
Who art my Rock, and only Fort.
O Save me from unrighteous bands,
From cruell men, and bloody hands.

Thou art my hope, O God of truth;
My trust and Comfort from my youth:
Thou from the womb did'st me sustaine,
When brought forth in my Mothers paine,
Thou from her bowels did'st me bring,
Of Thee my praise shall ever sing:
And though mens wonder I am made
My strong defense on Thee is lay'd.

O let my mouth be fill'd with praise,
And with Thy honour all my daies:
Cast me not off, when old and fraile;
Nor me forsake when strength doth faile.

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Mine enemies combine with hate,
And for my Soule lay daily wait:
Saying, Him persecute and take,
For God and man doth him forsake.

O be not far from me at need;
My God, to succour me make speed:
Consume all those, and them confound,
Who seek my Soule with hate to wound.
Reproach them who conspire my hurt,
And my affliction make their Sport.
So never shall my hope give ore;
But I will praise Thee more and more.

My mouth shall still Thy mercies shew,
Whose number I could never know.
And in Thy strength will I go on,
Thy goodnesse only mention.
O God, thou me from youth hast taught,
To speak the wonders thou hast wrought
Forsake me not, when gray, and old;
Till to this Age Thy pow'r is told.

Thy righteousnesse, O God, exceeds:
Who equall can Thy mighty deeds?
Thou who hast shew'd me grief, & paine,
Shalt quicken me (O Lord) againe:
Thy hand shall bring me from the deep,
Though bury'd low in earth I sleep:

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Thou shalt my greatnes then encrease,
And comfort me with endlesse peace.

Therefore (O God) through all my daies
On Psalteries Thy truth I'le praise:
And on the harpe Thy mercies tell,
O Holy one of Israël!
My joyfull lips to thee shall sing;
My soul, which Thou from death didst bring
My tongue Thy justice shall proclaime;
Who do'st my foes confound with shame.

University of Virginia Library

Psal. LXXI.