A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm LVIII.
Do you assembled Chiefs agree,
Indeed, to stablish Right?
Ye Sons of Men is your Decree
Rul'd by impartial Light?
Yea, you in Heart contrive all Day
Some Mischief, some Offence,
And in the Land Injustice weigh,
And deal out Violence.
Indeed, to stablish Right?
Ye Sons of Men is your Decree
Rul'd by impartial Light?
Yea, you in Heart contrive all Day
Some Mischief, some Offence,
And in the Land Injustice weigh,
And deal out Violence.
The Wicked are to Righteousness,
Ev'n from the Womb, estrang'd;
In Ill they early Joy express,
And are with Liars rang'd.
Their Poison with the Serpent's vies,
Or Asps, that stops her Ear,
That let the Charm be e'er so wise,
Will not the Charmer hear.
Ev'n from the Womb, estrang'd;
In Ill they early Joy express,
And are with Liars rang'd.
Their Poison with the Serpent's vies,
Or Asps, that stops her Ear,
That let the Charm be e'er so wise,
Will not the Charmer hear.
Lord, break their Teeth from out their Head,
That great Destruction cause;
Break the strong Teeth, the People's Dread,
In the young Lion's Jaws.
Like Waters, that unceasing flow,
O let them slide away;
And let their Arrows from their Bow,
As broke in pieces, stray.
That great Destruction cause;
Break the strong Teeth, the People's Dread,
In the young Lion's Jaws.
Like Waters, that unceasing flow,
O let them slide away;
And let their Arrows from their Bow,
As broke in pieces, stray.
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As Snails, that melt upon the Earth,
So let them wasted be,
Or as a Woman's unripe-Birth
That ne'er does Day-light see.
'Ere Pots can feel the kindling Thorn,
He'll seize our Foes alive;
Away in Wrath they shall be born,
As Whirlwinds Stubble drive.
So let them wasted be,
Or as a Woman's unripe-Birth
That ne'er does Day-light see.
'Ere Pots can feel the kindling Thorn,
He'll seize our Foes alive;
Away in Wrath they shall be born,
As Whirlwinds Stubble drive.
| A New Version of the Psalms of David | |