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

Do not (O God) Thou silence keep,
Nor let Thy vengeance sleep;
Thy hatefull foes lift up their head,
In tumults gathered.
With craft, and counsailes of deceit,
They plot, and ly in wait;
How they Thy People may annoy,
And Thine elect destroy.

Come let us (say this furious rout,)
Their Nation quite root out;
And let the name of Israel be
Lost to all memory.
In consultations full of hate,
'Gainst Thee confederate,
Edom with Ishmael combine,
Moab with Hagars line.

Gebal, and Ammon 'gainst us fight,
With the Amalekite:
The Philistines arm'd bands conspire,
With those that dwell at Tyre:
And Ashur runs in to their aid,
Prepared to invade;

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They strengthen Lots incestuous race,
Our dwellings to deface.

But Thou like Midian them confound,
Whose sword themselvs did wound:
Like Sisera O make them all,
Who did at Kishon fall.
Be they as Iabin swoll'n with pride,
Whose dreadfull Armies dy'd:
Their carkasses in Endor flung,
Were spread on earth as dung.

Let Oreb's, Zeb's, Zalmunna's fate,
Reward their Princes hate,
Who said, let us our force address,
Gods Houses to possess.
My God! O make them like a wheele,
As straw in winds to reele;
As raging fires their fuell burn,
And Hills to ashes turn;

So with Thy tempest them pursue,
With stormes their fear renew.
O Lord! their faces fill with shame,
That they may seek Thy Name.
Let them confounded ever stand,
And perish by Thy hand;
That men may know, Iehovahs Name
Rules all this earthly frame.

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Psal. LXXXIII.