Their ftores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vaft increase their corn and wine abounds. As in a rocky Cell, Thou, Lord, alone in fafety mak'ft me dwell. PSALM V. Aug. 12. 1653. Ehovah, to my words give ear, Jth The voice of my complaining hear, My King and God; for unto thee I pray..!! Jehovah, thou my early voice. Shalt in the morning hear, I'th' morning I to thee with choice ov In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes, Fools or mad-men ftand not within thy fight. 01 All workers of iniquity rutsal bus dealt aliqand Thou hat'ft; and them unbleft tas se casas cooM Thou wilt deftroy, that fpeak a lye og how tave The bloody and guileful man God doth deteft. ses But I will in thy mercies dear, Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy Houfe; in thy fear Will towards thy Holy Temple worship low. Lord, lead me in thy righteousness, nous dog INA Lead me, because of those That do obferve if I tranfgrefs; to way & cadw and T Set Set thy ways right before, where my ftep goes. Hegelt For in his faultring mouth unstable No word is firm, or footh; 1-96 to Their infide, troubles miferable;+ An open grave their throat, their tongue they fmooth, d ́f God, find them guilty, let them falla simond suM By their own counfels quell'd ;ation doom #2VI Push them in their rebellions all Still on, for against thee they have rebell'd. + As with a fhield thou wilt furround Nor in thy hot displeasure mie correct ; Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me, Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore; ni And thou, O Lord, how long? turn, Lord, reftore My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake: For in death no remembrance is of thee; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Wearied I am with fighing out my days, Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea; My Bed I water with my tears & mine Eye Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark I'th' midft of all mine enemies that mark. Depart Depart, all ye that work iniquity ddygsta que te Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray'r, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. With much confufion; then grown red with shame, L bim. Ord, my God, to thee I flie, Thy protection while I cry, Lord, my God, if I have thought Let th' enemy pursue my foul, In the duft, and there out-fpreadangos Rife, Jehovah, in thine ire,' So th' affemblies of each Nation Judge me, Lord, be judge in this Since thou art the just God, that tries God is a juft Judge and fevere, i- His sword he whets, his bow hath bended Already, and for him intended 'The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he For them that perfecute.) Behold! He travels big with vanity, fo Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old- He dig'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, His mifchief, that due courfe doth keep, Fall on his crown with ruin fteep. Then will I Jehovah's praife PSALM VIII. Aug. 15. 1653. all And glorious is thy name through all the earth? So as above the Heav'ns thy praife to fet Out of the tender mouths of latest breath! Out of the mouths of Babes and Sucklings thou When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy Fingers art, The Moon and Stars, which thou for bright haft fet And think'ft upon him; or of man begot, |