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

Why art Thou absent (Lord) so long,
Regardlesse of Thy Servants wrong?
Or wherefore doth Thy kindled ire,
Thy sheep and Pastures burne like fire?
O think upon Thy chosen Lot,
Nor let Mount Sion be forgot.
And may the tribe thou did'st redeeme,
Be ever deare in Thy esteeme.

Lift up Thy feet, bring those to nought,
Tho' gainst Thy Church have evill wrought:

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Thine adversaries roar and shout,
They hang in scorne their banners out.
The carved workes, whose art and cost
Thy Temples building once did boast,
Are into pitty'd ruin throw'n,
And with their hammers broken down.

Thy Holy Place they turne to flame,
Defile the dwelling of Thy Name:
And in their wicked hearts designe,
His glories quite to undermine.
With generall havock let us rase,
The Sanctuaries hallow'd place.
Gods Houses thus in ashes lay'd,
Are wofull heaps of rubbish made.

We see no Signe, nor Miracle,
No Prophet have, who can foretell:
Not one hath knowledge to forecast,
How long these miseries shall last.
O God! still shall the foe blaspheme,
And make Thy Name dishonours them
Thy vengefull hand no longer hide,
But stretch it forth to strike their pride.

For God is my all pow'rfull King,
From whom earths help & safety spring,
Thou did'st restraine the rising tide,
And with Thy strength the Sea divide.

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Thou brak'st th' Ægyptian Dragons head,
And left'st him on the waters dead;
Leviathan that sports the flood,
Thou gavest for Thy peoples food.

Thou from the rock mad'st fountaines flow,
And swelling Seas dry land to grow:
Thine is the day, the Suns faire light,
Thine are the courses of the night:
The borders which the earth confine,
Are set and bounded by Thy line;
The Summers heat, and winters cold,
From Thee their yearly seasons hold.

Remember, Lord! Thy House defil'd,
Thy Name by blasphemies revil'd:
O give not up Thy Turtles life,
A spoile to adversaries strife:
Let not Thy Congregation mourne,
Reproach'd by Them, of Thee forlorne:
Look on the Covenant, and see
Earth dark'ned by their crueltie.

Let not th' opprest returne with shame,
But let the needy praise Thy Name.
Arise (O God!) maintaine Thy cause,
Thy Temples honour, and Thy Lawes.
Remember their blaspheming noise,
Thine enemies insulting voice.

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Their insolence, who Thee despise,
Doth still encrease and higher rise.

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Psal. LXXIV.