A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm XXXVIII.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm XXXVIII.
Me do not, Lord, in Rage withstand,
Nor in thy Wrath chastise:
Thine Arrows peirce me, and thy Hand
Sore on thy Servant lies.
No Parts of all my Flesh are sound,
While Thou do'st Anger shew;
And in my Bones no Rest is found,
While Guilt do's Fear renew.
Nor in thy Wrath chastise:
Thine Arrows peirce me, and thy Hand
Sore on thy Servant lies.
No Parts of all my Flesh are sound,
While Thou do'st Anger shew;
And in my Bones no Rest is found,
While Guilt do's Fear renew.
Sins, like a Flood, whelm o'er my Head,
A Weight too great to bear;
Sores, that chastise my Folly, spread
Ill Scents amid'st the Air.
Down I am born and sore distrest,
All Day my Sorrows last;
Sharp burning pains my Loins molest,
My Flesh Diseases waste.
A Weight too great to bear;
Sores, that chastise my Folly, spread
Ill Scents amid'st the Air.
Down I am born and sore distrest,
All Day my Sorrows last;
Sharp burning pains my Loins molest,
My Flesh Diseases waste.
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Part II.
My Friends and Lovers stand aside,
By Reason of my Sore;
And Numbers near in Blood ally'd,
My State aloof deplore.
They, who design my Blood to shed,
Their Snares to catch me lay;
They, who would hurt me, Mischief spread,
And frame Deceit all Day.
By Reason of my Sore;
And Numbers near in Blood ally'd,
My State aloof deplore.
They, who design my Blood to shed,
Their Snares to catch me lay;
They, who would hurt me, Mischief spread,
And frame Deceit all Day.
But like the Deaf, I heard no more,
Like Mutes, I silent sate:
Thus, as a senseless Man, I bore
Without Reproofs their Hate.
For God's my Hope, he'll hear my Voice,
And answer, when I call:
Hear me, I said, left they rejoice,
And triumph o'er my Fall.
Like Mutes, I silent sate:
Thus, as a senseless Man, I bore
Without Reproofs their Hate.
For God's my Hope, he'll hear my Voice,
And answer, when I call:
Hear me, I said, left they rejoice,
And triumph o'er my Fall.
I soon must halt without thy Care,
Still Sorrows me oppress:
I'll my Iniquity declare,
My Sin with Shame confess.
My Foes enjoy a prosp'rous State,
Are strong, and live in Peace,
And they, who bear me causeless Hate,
In Pow'r and Rage increase.
Still Sorrows me oppress:
I'll my Iniquity declare,
My Sin with Shame confess.
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Are strong, and live in Peace,
And they, who bear me causeless Hate,
In Pow'r and Rage increase.
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |