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             The Psalms of David in meeter: newly translated, and diligently compared with the originall text, and former translations, more plaine, smooth, and agreeable to the text, then any heretofore. ; Allowed by the authority of the General Assembly of the Kirk of Scotland, and appointed to be sung in congregations and families.
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           THE
           PSALMS
           OF
           DAVID
           In
           Meeter
           :
           Newly
           translated
           ,
           and
           diligently
           compared
           with
           the
           Original
           Text
           ,
           and
           former
           Translations
           :
           More
           plaine
           ,
           smooth
           ,
           and
           agreeable
           to
           the
           Text
           ,
           then
           any
           heretofore
           .
           Allowed
           by
           the
           authority
           of
           the
           General
           Assembly
           of
           the
           Kirk
           of
           Scotland
           and
           appointed
           to
           be
           sung
           in
           Congregations
           and
           Families
           .
        
         
           EDINBVRGH
           ,
           Printed
           by
           
             Evan
             Tyler
          
           ,
           Printer
           to
           the
           Kings
           most
           Excellent
           Majesty
           ,
           1650.
           
        
      
       
         
           
           
           
             EDINBURGH
             ,
             6.
             
             August
             ,
             1649.
             
             
               Ante
               meridiem
               ,
               Sess
               .
               ult
               .
            
          
           
             Reference
             to
             the
             Commission
             for
             publick
             Affairs
             for
             re-examining
             the
             Paraphrase
             of
             the
             Psalms
             ,
             &
             emitting
             the
             same
             for
             publick
             use
             .
          
           
             THe
             General
             Assembly
             having
             taken
             some
             view
             of
             the
             new
             Paraphrase
             of
             the
             Psalms
             in
             Meeter
             ,
             with
             the
             corrections
             and
             animadversions
             thereupon
             sent
             from
             several
             persons
             and
             Presbyteries
             ,
             and
             finding
             that
             they
             cannot
             overtake
             the
             review
             and
             examination
             of
             the
             whole
             in
             this
             Assembly
             ;
             Therefore
             now
             after
             so
             much
             time
             ,
             and
             so
             great
             pains
             about
             the
             correcting
             and
             examining
             thereof
             from
             time
             to
             time
             some
             years
             by
             gone
             ,
             that
             the
             Work
             may
             come
             now
             to
             some
             conclusion
             ,
             They
             do
             Ordain
             the
             Brethren
             appointed
             for
             perusing
             the
             same
             during
             the
             meeting
             of
             this
             Assembly
             ,
             viz.
             Masters
             
               James
               Hammiltoun
               ,
               John
               Smith
               ,
               Hew
               Mackail
               ,
               Robert
               Trail
               ,
               George
               Hutcheson
               ,
            
             and
             
               Robert
               Lowrie
            
             ,
             after
             the
             dissolving
             of
             this
             Assembly
             ,
             to
             go
             on
             in
             that
             Work
             carefully
             ,
             and
             to
             report
             their
             travels
             to
             the
             Commission
             of
             the
             General
             Assembly
             for
             publick
             affairs
             ,
             at
             their
             meeting
             at
             Edinburgh
             in
             November
             .
             And
             the
             said
             Commission
             after
             perusal
             and
             re-examination
             thereof
             ,
             is
             hereby
             authorized
             with
             full
             power
             to
             conclude
             and
             establish
             the
             Paraphrase
             ,
             and
             to
             publish
             and
             emit
             the
             same
             for
             publick
             use
             .
          
           
             
               A.
               Ker.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             EDINB
             .
             23.
             
             Nov.
             1649.
             
             Postmeridiem
             .
          
           
             THE
             Commission
             of
             the
             General
             Assembly
             having
             with
             great
             diligence
             considered
             the
             Paraphrase
             of
             the
             Psalms
             in
             meeter
             sent
             from
             the
             Assembly
             of
             Divines
             in
             England
             ,
             by
             our
             Commissioners
             ,
             whilst
             they
             were
             there
             ,
             as
             it
             is
             corrected
             by
             former
             Generall
             Assemblies
             ,
             Committies
             from
             them
             ,
             and
             now
             at
             last
             by
             the
             Brethren
             deputed
             by
             the
             late
             Assembly
             for
             that
             purpose
             :
             And
             having
             exactly
             examined
             the
             same
             ,
             Do
             approve
             the
             said
             Paraphrase
             ,
             as
             it
             is
             now
             compiled
             :
             And
             therefore
             according
             to
             the
             power
             given
             them
             by
             the
             said
             Assembly
             ,
             Do
             appoint
             it
             to
             be
             printed
             and
             published
             for
             publick
             use
             ;
             Hereby
             authorizing
             the
             same
             to
             be
             the
             only
             Paraphrase
             of
             the
             Psalms
             of
             David
             to
             be
             sung
             in
             the
             Kirk
             of
             Scotland
             ;
             And
             discharging
             the
             old
             Paraphrase
             ,
             and
             any
             other
             then
             this
             new
             Paraphrase
             to
             be
             made
             use
             of
             in
             any
             Congregation
             or
             Family
             after
             the
             first
             day
             of
             May
             in
             the
             year
             1650.
             
             And
             for
             uniformitie
             in
             this
             part
             of
             the
             worship
             of
             God
             ,
             Do
             seriously
             recommend
             to
             Presbyteries
             ,
             to
             cause
             make
             publick
             intimation
             of
             this
             Act
             ,
             and
             take
             special
             care
             that
             the
             same
             be
             timeously
             put
             to
             execution
             ,
             and
             duely
             observed
             .
          
           
             
               A.
               Ker.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             EDINBURGH
             ,
             8.
             
             Jan.
             1650.
             
          
           
             THE
             Committee
             of
             Estates
             having
             considered
             the
             English
             Paraphrase
             of
             the
             Psalms
             of
             David
             in
             meeter
             ,
             presented
             this
             day
             unto
             them
             by
             the
             Commiss
             .
             of
             the
             Gen.
             Assembly
             ,
             together
             with
             their
             Act
             ,
             and
             the
             Act
             of
             the
             late
             Assembly
             ,
             approving
             the
             said
             Paraphrase
             and
             appointing
             the
             same
             to
             be
             sung
             through
             this
             Kirk
             .
             Therefore
             the
             Committee
             doth
             also
             approve
             the
             said
             Paraphrase
             ,
             and
             interpone
             their
             authority
             for
             the
             publishing
             and
             practising
             thereof
             :
             Hereby
             ordaining
             the
             same
             ,
             and
             no
             other
             to
             be
             made
             use
             of
             ,
             throughout
             this
             Kingdom
             ,
             according
             to
             the
             tenour
             of
             the
             said
             Acts
             of
             the
             General
             Assembly
             and
             their
             Commissioners
             .
          
           
             
               T
               ▪
               Henderson
               .
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         THE
         PSALMS
         OF
         DAVID
         In
         Meeter
         .
      
       
         
           PSALM
           I.
           
        
         
           
             THat
             man
             hath
             perfect
             blessednesse
             ,
          
           
             who
             walketh
             not
             astray
          
           
             In
             counsell
             of
             ungodly
             men
             ,
          
           
             nor
             stands
             in
             sinners
             way
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             sitteth
             in
             the
             scorners
             chair
             .
          
           
             But
             placeth
             his
             delight
          
           
             Upon
             Gods
             Law
             ,
             and
             meditates
          
           
             on
             his
             Law
             day
             and
             night
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             shall
             be
             like
             a
             tree
             that
             growes
          
           
             near
             planted
             by
             a
             river
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             his
             season
             yeelds
             his
             fruit
             ,
          
           
             and
             his
             leaf
             fadeth
             never
             :
          
           
             And
             all
             he
             doth
             shall
             prosper
             well
             .
          
           
             The
             wicked
             are
             not
             so
             :
          
           
             But
             like
             they
             are
             unto
             the
             chaff
          
           
             which
             winde
             drives
             to
             and
             fro
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             In
             judgement
             therefore
             shall
             not
             stand
          
           
             such
             as
             ungodly
             are
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             in
             th'
             assembly
             of
             the
             just
          
           
             shall
             wicked
             men
             appear
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ?
             the
             way
             of
             godly
             men
          
           
             unto
             the
             Lord
             is
             known
             :
          
           
             Whereas
             the
             way
             of
             wicked
             men
          
           
             shall
             quite
             be
             over-thrown
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           II.
           
        
         
           
             VVHy
             rage
             the
             Heathen
             ?
             and
             vain
             things
          
           
             why
             do
             the
             people
             minde
             ?
          
           
             Kings
             of
             the
             earth
             do
             set
             themselves
             ,
          
           
             and
             Princes
             are
             combinde
          
           
             To
             plot
             against
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             his
          
           
             Anointed
             ,
             saying
             thus
             ,
          
           
             Let
             us
             asunder
             break
             their
             band
          
           
             and
             cast
             their
             cords
             from
             us
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             that
             in
             Heaven
             sits
             shall
             laugh
             :
          
           
             the
             Lord
             shall
             scorn
             them
             all
             :
          
           
             Then
             shall
             he
             speak
             to
             them
             in
             wrath
             ,
          
           
             in
             r●●e
             he
             vex
             them
             shall
             .
          
           
             Yet
             notwithstanding
             I
             have
             him
          
           
             to
             be
             my
             King
             appointed
             :
          
           
             And
             over
             Sion
             ,
             my
             holy
             hill
             ,
          
           
             I
             have
             him
             King
             anointed
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             sure
             decree
             I
             will
             declare
             :
          
           
             the
             Lord
             hath
             said
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             art
             mine
             onely
             Son
             ,
             this
             day
          
           
             I
             have
             begotten
             thee
             .
          
           
           
             Ask
             of
             me
             ,
             and
             for
             heritage
          
           
             the
             Heathen
             I
             'le
             make
             thine
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             possession
             I
             to
             thee
          
           
             will
             give
             earths
             utmost
             line
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             shalt
             ,
             as
             with
             a
             weightie
             rod
          
           
             of
             iron
             ,
             break
             them
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             as
             a
             potters
             sheard
             ,
             thou
             shalt
          
           
             them
             dash
             in
             pieces
             small
             .
          
           
             Now
             therefore
             ,
             Kings
             ,
             be
             wise
             ,
             be
             taught
          
           
             ye
             Judges
             of
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             Serve
             God
             in
             fear
             ,
             and
             see
             that
             ye
          
           
             joyn
             trembling
             with
             your
             mirth
             .
          
        
         
           
             Kisse
             ye
             the
             Son
             ,
             lest
             in
             his
             ire
          
           
             ye
             perish
             from
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             If
             once
             his
             wrath
             begin
             to
             burn
             .
          
           
             Blest
             all
             that
             on
             him
             stay
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             III.
          
           A
           Psalme
           of
           David
           when
           he
           fled
           from
           Absalom
           his
           son
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             how
             are
             my
             foes
             increas'd
             ?
          
           
             against
             me
             many
             rise
             .
          
           
             Many
             say
             of
             my
             soul
             ,
             for
             him
          
           
             in
             God
             no
             succour
             lyes
             .
          
           
             Yet
             thou
             my
             shield
             ,
             and
             glory
             are
             ,
          
           
             th'uplifter
             of
             my
             head
             .
          
           
             I
             cry'd
             and
             from
             his
             holy
             hill
          
           
             the
             Lord
             me
             answer
             made
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             laid
             me
             down
             and
             slept
             ,
             I
             wak'd
             ,
          
           
             for
             God
             sustained
             me
             .
          
           
           
             I
             will
             not
             fear
             though
             thousands
             ten
          
           
             set
             round
             against
             me
             be
             .
          
           
             Arise
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             save
             me
             ,
             my
             God
             ;
          
           
             for
             thou
             my
             foes
             hast
             stroke
          
           
             All
             on
             the
             che●k-bone
             ;
             and
             the
             teeth
          
           
             of
             wicked
             men
             hast
             broke
             .
          
        
         
           
             Salvation
             doth
             appertain
          
           
             unto
             the
             Lord
             alone
             :
          
           
             Thy
             blessing
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             for
             evermore
          
           
             thy
             people
             is
             upon
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             IV.
          
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           on
           Neginoth
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             GIve
             ear
             unto
             me
             when
             I
             call
             ,
          
           
             God
             of
             my
             righteousnesse
             :
          
           
             Have
             mercy
             ,
             hear
             my
             pray'r
             ,
             thou
             hast
          
           
             enlarg'd
             me
             in
             distresse
             .
          
           
             O
             ye
             the
             sons
             of
             men
             ,
             how
             long
          
           
             will
             ye
             love
             vanities
             ?
          
           
             How
             long
             my
             glory
             turn
             to
             shame
             ,
          
           
             and
             will
             ye
             follow
             lies
             ?
          
        
         
           
             But
             know
             that
             for
             himself
             ,
             the
             Lord
          
           
             the
             godly
             man
             doth
             chuse
             :
          
           
             The
             Lord
             ,
             when
             I
             on
             him
             do
             call
             ,
          
           
             to
             hear
             will
             not
             refuse
             .
          
           
             Fear
             ,
             and
             sin
             not
             ,
             talk
             with
             your
             heart
          
           
             on
             bed
             ,
             and
             silent
             be
             .
          
           
             Offrings
             present
             of
             righteousnesse
             :
          
           
             and
             in
             the
             Lord
             trust
             ye
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             O
             who
             will
             show
             us
             any
             good
             ?
          
           
             is
             that
             which
             many
             say
             :
          
           
             But
             of
             thy
             countenance
             the
             light
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             lift
             on
             us
             alway
             .
          
           
             Upon
             my
             heart
             bestow'd
             by
             thee
          
           
             more
             gladnesse
             I
             have
             found
             ,
          
           
             Than
             they
             ,
             ev'n
             then
             ,
             when
             corn
             and
             wine
          
           
             did
             most
             with
             them
             abound
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             will
             both
             lay
             me
             down
             in
             peace
             ,
          
           
             and
             quiet
             sleep
             will
             take
             :
          
           
             Because
             thou
             onely
             ,
             me
             to
             dwell
          
           
             in
             safetie
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             dost
             make
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             V.
          
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           on
           Nehiloth
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             GIve
             ear
             unto
             my
             words
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             my
             meditation
             weigh
             .
          
           
             Hear
             my
             loud
             cry
             ,
             my
             King
             ,
             my
             God
             ;
          
           
             for
             I
             to
             thee
             will
             pray
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             early
             hear
             voice
             ;
          
           
             I
             early
             will
             direct
          
           
             My
             pray'r
             to
             thee
             ,
             and
             looking
             up
          
           
             an
             answer
             will
             expect
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             thou
             art
             not
             a
             God
             that
             doth
          
           
             in
             wickednesse
             delight
             :
          
           
             Neither
             shall
             evill
             dwell
             with
             thee
             .
          
           
             Nor
             fooles
             stand
             in
             thy
             sight
             .
          
           
             All
             that
             ill-doers
             are
             thou
             hat'st
             .
          
           
             Cut'st
             off
             that
             liars
             be
             :
          
           
             The
             bloudy
             and
             deceitfull
             man
          
           
             abhored
             is
             by
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             But
             I
             into
             thy
             house
             will
             come
          
           
             in
             thine
             abundant
             grace
             :
          
           
             And
             I
             will
             worship
             in
             thy
             fear
          
           
             toward
             thy
             holy
             place
             .
          
           
             Because
             of
             those
             mine
             enemies
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             in
             thy
             righteousnesse
          
           
             Do
             thou
             me
             lead
             ;
             do
             thou
             thy
             way
          
           
             make
             straight
             before
             my
             face
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             in
             their
             mouth
             there
             is
             no
             truth
             ,
          
           
             their
             inward
             part
             is
             ill
             ;
          
           
             Their
             throat
             's
             an
             open
             sepulchre
             ,
          
           
             their
             tongue
             doth
             flatter
             still
             .
          
           
             O
             God
             destroy
             them
             ;
             let
             them
             be
          
           
             by
             their
             own
             counsell
             quell'd
             :
          
           
             Them
             for
             their
             many
             sins
             cast
             out
             ,
          
           
             for
             they
             '
             gainst
             thee
             rebell'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             let
             all
             joy
             that
             trust
             in
             thee
             ;
          
           
             and
             still
             make
             shouting
             noise
             :
          
           
             For
             them
             thou
             sav'st
             :
             Let
             all
             that
             love
          
           
             thy
             Name
             ,
             in
             thee
             rejoyce
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             unto
             the
             righteous
             man
             ▪
          
           
             thou
             wilt
             thy
             blessing
             yeeld
             ;
          
           
             With
             favour
             thou
             wilt
             compasse
             him
          
           
             about
             ,
             as
             with
             a
             shield
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
               PSAL.
               VI.
            
             To
             the
             chief
             musician
             on
             Neginoth
             upon
             Sheminith
             ,
             a
             Psalm
             of
             David
             .
          
           
             
               LOrd
               in
               thy
               wrath
               rebuke
               me
               not
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               in
               thy
               hot
               rage
               chasten
               me
               .
            
             
               Lord
               pitty
               me
               ,
               for
               I
               am
               weak
               :
            
             
             
               Heal
               me
               ,
               for
               my
               bones
               vexed
               be
               .
            
             
               My
               soul
               is
               also
               vexed
               sore
               :
            
             
               But
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               how
               long
               stay
               wilt
               thou
               make
               ?
            
             
               Return
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               my
               soul
               set
               free
               :
            
             
               O
               save
               me
               for
               thy
               mercies
               sake
               .
            
          
           
             
               Because
               those
               that
               deceased
               are
               ,
            
             
               Of
               thee
               shall
               no
               remembrance
               have
               :
            
             
               And
               who
               is
               he
               that
               will
               to
               thee
            
             
               Give
               praises
               lying
               in
               the
               grave
               ?
            
             
               I
               with
               my
               groaning
               weary
               am
               ,
            
             
               I
               also
               all
               the
               night
               ,
               my
               bed
            
             
               Have
               caused
               for
               to
               swim
               ,
               and
               I
            
             
               With
               tears
               my
               couch
               have
               watered
               .
            
          
           
             
               Mine
               eye
               consum'd
               with
               grief
               growes
               old
               ,
            
             
               Because
               of
               all
               mine
               enemies
               .
            
             
               Hence
               from
               me
               wicked
               workers
               all
               ,
            
             
               For
               God
               hath
               heard
               my
               weeping
               cryes
               .
            
             
               God
               hath
               my
               supplication
               heard
               ;
            
             
               My
               pray'r
               received
               graciously
               .
            
             
               Sham'd
               ,
               and
               sore
               vex'd
               be
               all
               my
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Sham'd
               ,
               and
               back-turned
               suddenly
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               IN
               thy
               great
               indignation
               ,
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               rebuke
               me
               not
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               on
               the
               lay
               thy
               chastning
               hand
            
             
               in
               thy
               displeasure
               hot
               .
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               I
               am
               weak
               ,
               therefore
               on
               me
            
             
               have
               mercy
               ,
               and
               me
               spare
               :
            
             
               Heal
               me
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               because
               thou
               know'st
            
             
               my
               bones
               much
               vexed
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               soul
               is
               vexed
               sore
               ;
               but
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               how
               long
               stay
               wilt
               thou
               make
               ?
            
             
               Return
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               free
               my
               soul
               ,
               and
               save
            
             
               me
               for
               thy
               mercies
               sake
               .
            
             
               Because
               of
               thee
               in
               death
               there
               shall
            
             
               no
               more
               remembrance
               be
               :
            
             
               Of
               those
               that
               in
               the
               grave
               do
               ly
               ,
            
             
               who
               shall
               give
               thanks
               to
               thee
               ?
            
          
           
             
               I
               with
               my
               groaning
               weary
               am
               ,
            
             
               and
               all
               the
               night
               my
               bed
            
             
               I
               caused
               for
               to
               swim
               :
               with
               tears
            
             
               my
               couch
               I
               watered
               .
            
             
               By
               reason
               of
               my
               vexing
               grief
               ,
            
             
               mine
               eye
               consumed
               is
               ;
            
             
               It
               waxeth
               old
               ,
               because
               of
               all
            
             
               that
               be
               mine
               enemies
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               depart
               from
               me
               ,
               all
               ye
            
             
               that
               work
               iniquity
               ;
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               the
               Lord
               hath
               heard
               my
               voice
               ,
            
             
               when
               I
               did
               mourn
               and
               cry
               .
            
             
               Unto
               my
               supplication
            
             
               the
               Lord
               did
               hearing
               give
               ;
            
             
               When
               I
               to
               him
               my
               prayer
               make
               ,
            
             
               the
               Lord
               will
               it
               receive
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               all
               be
               sham'd
               ,
               and
               troubled
               sore
               ,
            
             
               that
               enemies
               are
               to
               me
               ;
            
             
               Let
               them
               turn
               back
               ,
               and
               suddenly
            
             
               ashamed
               let
               them
               be
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             VII
          
           .
           Shiggaion
           of
           David
           ,
           which
           he
           sang
           unto
           the
           Lord
           ,
           concerning
           the
           words
           of
           Cush
           the
           Benjamite
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
             in
             thee
             do
             I
          
           
             my
             confidence
             repose
             :
          
           
             Save
             and
             deliver
             me
             from
             all
          
           
             my
             persecuting
             foes
             .
          
           
             Lest
             that
             the
             enemy
             my
             soul
          
           
             should
             like
             a
             Lion
             tear
             ,
          
           
             In
             pieces
             renting
             it
             ,
             while
             there
          
           
             is
             no
             deliverer
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
             if
             it
             be
             so
          
           
             that
             I
             committed
             this
             ;
          
           
             If
             it
             be
             so
             ,
             that
             in
             my
             hands
          
           
             iniquity
             there
             is
             .
          
           
             If
             I
             rewarded
             ill
             to
             him
          
           
             that
             was
             at
             peace
             with
             me
             :
          
           
             (
             Yea
             ,
             ev'n
             the
             man
             that
             without
             cause
          
           
             my
             foe
             was
             ,
             I
             did
             free
             .
             )
          
        
         
           
             Then
             let
             the
             foe
             pursue
             ,
             and
             take
          
           
             my
             soul
             ,
             and
             my
             life
             thrust
          
           
             Down
             to
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             let
             him
             lay
          
           
             mine
             honour
             in
             the
             dust
             .
          
           
             Rise
             in
             thy
             wrath
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             raise
             thy self
             ,
          
           
             for
             my
             foes
             raging
             be
             :
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             judgement
             ,
             which
             thou
             hast
          
           
             commanded
             ,
             wake
             for
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             So
             shall
             th'
             assembly
             of
             thy
             folk
          
           
             about
             encompasse
             thee
             :
          
           
           
             Thou
             therefore
             for
             their
             sakes
             ,
             return
          
           
             unto
             thy
             place
             on
             hie
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             he
             shall
             the
             people
             judge
             :
          
           
             my
             judge
             ,
             Jehovah
             ,
             be
             ,
          
           
             After
             my
             righteousnesse
             ,
             and
             mine
          
           
             integrity
             in
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             let
             the
             wickeds
             malice
             end
             ,
          
           
             but
             stablish
             stedfastly
          
           
             The
             righteous
             :
             for
             the
             righteous
             God
          
           
             the
             hearts
             and
             reins
             doth
             try
             .
          
           
             In
             God
             ,
             who
             saves
             th'upright
             in
             heart
             ,
          
           
             is
             my
             defence
             and
             stay
             .
          
           
             God
             just
             men
             judgeth
             ,
             God
             is
             wroth
          
           
             with
             ill
             men
             every
             day
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             he
             do
             not
             return
             again
             ,
          
           
             then
             he
             his
             sword
             will
             whet
             ;
          
           
             His
             bow
             he
             hath
             already
             bent
             ,
          
           
             and
             hath
             it
             ready
             set
             .
          
           
             He
             also
             hath
             for
             him
             prepar'd
          
           
             the
             instruments
             of
             death
             ;
          
           
             Against
             the
             persecutors
             he
          
           
             his
             shafts
             ordained
             hath
             .
          
        
         
           
             Behold
             ,
             he
             with
             iniquity
          
           
             doth
             travail
             as
             in
             birth
             ;
          
           
             A
             mischief
             he
             conceived
             hath
             ,
          
           
             and
             falshood
             shall
             bring
             forth
             .
          
           
             He
             made
             a
             pit
             ,
             and
             digg'd
             it
             deep
             ,
          
           
             another
             there
             to
             take
             ,
          
           
             But
             he
             is
             fall'n
             into
             the
             ditch
          
           
             which
             he
             himself
             did
             make
             .
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             his
             own
             head
             ,
             his
             mischief
          
           
           
             shall
             be
             returned
             home
             ;
          
           
             His
             violent
             dealing
             also
             down
          
           
             on
             his
             own
             pate
             shall
             come
             .
          
           
             According
             to
             his
             righteousnesse
          
           
             the
             Lord
             I
             'le
             magnifie
             :
          
           
             And
             will
             sing
             praise
             unto
             the
             Name
          
           
             of
             God
             ,
             that
             is
             most
             hie
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             VIII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Gittith
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             HOw
             excellent
             in
             all
             the
             earth
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             our
             Lord
             ,
             is
             thy
             Name
             !
          
           
             Who
             hast
             thy
             glory
             far
             advanc'd
          
           
             above
             the
             starrie
             frame
             .
          
           
             From
             infants
             and
             from
             sucklings
             mouth
          
           
             thou
             didest
             strength
             ordain
             ,
          
           
             For
             thy
             foes
             cause
             ,
             that
             so
             thou
             might'st
          
           
             th'
             avenging
             foe
             restrain
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             I
             look
             up
             unto
             the
             heavens
          
           
             which
             thine
             own
             fingers
             fram'd
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             the
             moon
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             starres
             ,
          
           
             which
             were
             by
             thee
             ordain'd
             ;
          
           
             Then
             say
             I
             ,
             what
             is
             man
             ,
             that
             he
          
           
             remembred
             is
             by
             thee
             ?
          
           
             Or
             what
             the
             son
             of
             man
             ,
             that
             thou
          
           
             so
             kind
             to
             him
             should
             be
             ?
          
        
         
           
             For
             thou
             a
             little
             lower
             hast
          
           
             him
             then
             the
             angels
             made
             ,
          
           
             With
             glory
             and
             with
             dignity
          
           
             thou
             crowned
             hast
             his
             head
             .
          
           
           
             Of
             thy
             hand-works
             thou
             mad'st
             him
             Lord
             ;
          
           
             all
             under
             's
             feet
             didst
             lay
             :
          
           
             All
             sheep
             and
             oxen
             ,
             yea
             ,
             and
             beasts
          
           
             that
             in
             the
             field
             do
             stray
             :
          
        
         
           
             Fowls
             of
             the
             air
             ,
             fish
             of
             the
             sea
             ,
          
           
             all
             that
             passe
             through
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             How
             excellent
             in
             all
             the
             earth
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             our
             Lord
             ,
             is
             thy
             Name
             !
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             IX
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Muth-labben
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             LOrd
             ,
             thee
             I
             'le
             praise
             with
             all
             my
             heart
             ,
          
           
             thy
             wonders
             all
             proclaime
             .
          
           
             In
             thee
             most
             high
             ,
             I
             'le
             greatly
             joy
             ,
          
           
             and
             sing
             unto
             thy
             Name
             .
          
           
             When
             back
             my
             foes
             were
             turn'd
             ,
             they
             fell
             ,
          
           
             and
             perisht
             at
             thy
             sight
             .
          
           
             For
             thou
             maintain'd
             my
             right
             and
             cause
             ,
          
           
             on
             throne
             sat'st
             ,
             judging
             right
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             heathen
             thou
             rebuked
             hast
             ,
          
           
             the
             wicked
             over-thrown
             ;
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             put
             out
             their
             names
             ,
             that
             they
          
           
             may
             never
             more
             be
             known
             .
          
           
             O
             enemy
             !
             now
             destructions
             have
          
           
             an
             end
             perpetuall
             :
          
           
             Thou
             cities
             raz'd
             ,
             perisht
             with
             them
          
           
             is
             their
             memoriall
             .
          
        
         
           
             God
             shall
             endure
             for
             ay
             :
             he
             doth
          
           
             for
             judgement
             set
             his
             throne
             :
          
           
           
             In
             righteousnesse
             to
             judge
             the
             world
             ,
          
           
             justice
             to
             give
             each
             one
             .
          
           
             God
             also
             will
             a
             refuge
             be
          
           
             for
             those
             that
             are
             opprest
             ;
          
           
             A
             refuge
             will
             he
             be
             in
             times
          
           
             of
             trouble
             to
             distrest
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             they
             that
             know
             thy
             Name
             ,
             in
             thee
          
           
             their
             confidence
             will
             place
             :
          
           
             For
             thou
             hast
             not
             forsaken
             them
          
           
             that
             truly
             seek
             thy
             face
             .
          
           
             O
             sing
             ye
             praises
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             that
             dwels
             in
             Sion
             hill
             :
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             nations
             among
             ,
          
           
             his
             deeds
             record
             ye
             still
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             he
             enquireth
             after
             blood
             ,
          
           
             he
             then
             remembreth
             them
             :
          
           
             The
             humble
             folk
             he
             not
             forgets
          
           
             that
             call
             upon
             his
             Name
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             pitie
             me
             ,
             behold
             the
             grief
          
           
             which
             I
             from
             foes
             sustain
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             thou
             who
             from
             the
             gates
             of
             death
          
           
             dost
             raise
             me
             up
             again
             ;
          
        
         
           
             That
             I
             ,
             in
             Sions
             daughters
             gates
             ,
          
           
             may
             all
             thy
             praise
             advance
             :
          
           
             And
             that
             I
             may
             rejoyce
             alwayes
          
           
             in
             thy
             deliverance
             .
          
           
             The
             heathen
             are
             sunk
             in
             the
             pit
             ,
          
           
             which
             they
             themselves
             prepar'd
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             net
             which
             they
             have
             hid
          
           
             their
             own
             feet
             fast
             are
             snar'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             is
             by
             the
             judgement
             known
          
           
           
             which
             he
             himself
             hath
             wrought
             :
          
           
             The
             sinners
             hands
             do
             make
             the
             snares
          
           
             wherewith
             themselves
             are
             caught
             .
          
           
             They
             ,
             who
             are
             wicked
             ,
             into
             hell
             ,
          
           
             each
             one
             shall
             turned
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             nations
             that
             forget
          
           
             to
             seek
             the
             Lord
             most
             hie
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             they
             that
             needy
             are
             ,
             shall
             not
          
           
             forgotten
             be
             alway
             :
          
           
             The
             expectation
             of
             the
             poor
          
           
             shall
             not
             be
             lost
             for
             ay
             .
          
           
             Arise
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             let
             not
             man
             prevail
             ,
          
           
             judge
             heathens
             in
             thy
             sight
             .
          
           
             That
             they
             may
             know
             themselves
             but
             men
             ,
          
           
             the
             nations
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             affright
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           X.
           
        
         
           
             VVHerefore
             is
             it
             ,
             that
             thou
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             dost
             stand
             from
             us
             afar
             ?
          
           
             And
             wherefore
             hidest
             thou
             thy self
             ,
          
           
             when
             times
             so
             troublous
             are
             ?
          
           
             The
             wicked
             in
             his
             loftinesse
          
           
             doth
             persecute
             the
             poor
             :
          
           
             In
             these
             devices
             they
             have
             fram'd
          
           
             let
             them
             be
             taken
             sure
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             wicked
             of
             his
             hearts
             desire
          
           
             doth
             talk
             with
             boasting
             great
             ;
          
           
             He
             blesseth
             him
             that
             's
             covetous
             ,
          
           
             whom
             yet
             the
             Lord
             doth
             hate
             .
          
           
             The
             wicked
             ,
             through
             his
             pride
             of
             face
             ,
          
           
             on
             God
             he
             doth
             not
             call
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             counsels
             of
             his
             heart
          
           
             the
             Lord
             is
             not
             at
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             His
             wayes
             they
             alwayes
             grievous
             are
             :
          
           
             thy
             judgements
             from
             his
             sight
          
           
             Removed
             are
             :
             at
             all
             his
             foes
          
           
             he
             puffeth
             with
             despight
             .
          
           
             Within
             his
             heart
             he
             thus
             hath
             said
             .
          
           
             I
             shall
             not
             moved
             be
             :
          
           
             And
             no
             adversity
             at
             all
          
           
             shall
             ever
             come
             to
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             mouth
             with
             cursing
             ,
             fraud
             ,
             deceit
             ,
          
           
             is
             fill'd
             abundantly
             :
          
           
             And
             underneath
             his
             tongue
             ,
             there
             is
          
           
             mischief
             and
             vanity
             .
          
           
             He
             closely
             sits
             in
             villages
             :
          
           
             he
             slayes
             the
             innocent
             :
          
           
             Against
             the
             poor
             that
             passe
             him
             by
          
           
             his
             cruell
             eyes
             are
             bent
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             Lyon-like
             lurks
             in
             his
             den
             :
          
           
             he
             waits
             the
             poor
             to
             take
             :
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             draws
             him
             in
             his
             net
             ,
          
           
             his
             prey
             he
             doth
             him
             make
             .
          
           
             Himself
             he
             humbleth
             very
             low
             ,
          
           
             he
             croucheth
             down
             withall
             ,
          
           
             That
             so
             a
             multitude
             of
             poor
          
           
             may
             by
             his
             strong
             ones
             fall
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             this
             hath
             said
             within
             his
             heart
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lord
             hath
             quite
             forgot
             :
          
           
             He
             hides
             his
             countenance
             ,
             and
             he
          
           
             for
             ever
             sees
             it
             not
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             do
             thou
             arise
             ;
             O
             God
             ,
          
           
             lift
             up
             thine
             hand
             on
             hie
             :
          
           
             But
             not
             the
             meek
             afflicted
             ones
          
           
             out
             of
             thy
             memorie
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Why
             is
             it
             that
             the
             wicked
             man
          
           
             thus
             doth
             the
             Lord
             despise
             ?
          
           
             Because
             ,
             that
             God
             will
             it
             require
             ,
          
           
             he
             in
             his
             heart
             denies
             .
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             it
             seen
             ,
             for
             their
             mischief
          
           
             and
             spite
             thou
             wilt
             repay
             :
          
           
             The
             poor
             commits
             himself
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
             thou
             art
             the
             orphans
             stay
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             arm
             break
             of
             the
             wicked
             man
             ,
          
           
             and
             of
             the
             evill
             one
             :
          
           
             Do
             thou
             seek
             out
             his
             wickednesse
          
           
             untill
             thou
             findest
             none
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             is
             King
             through
             ages
             all
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             to
             eternity
             :
          
           
             The
             heathen
             people
             from
             their
             land
          
           
             are
             perisht
             utterly
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             of
             those
             that
             humble
             are
          
           
             thou
             the
             desire
             didst
             heare
             :
          
           
             Thou
             wilt
             prepare
             their
             heart
             ,
             and
             thou
          
           
             to
             heare
             wilt
             bend
             thine
             eare
             :
          
           
             To
             judge
             the
             fatherlesse
             ,
             and
             those
          
           
             that
             are
             oppressed
             sore
             ,
          
           
             That
             man
             ,
             that
             is
             but
             sprung
             of
             earth
             ,
          
           
             may
             them
             oppresse
             no
             more
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XI
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             I
             in
             the
             Lord
             do
             put
             my
             trust
             :
          
           
             how
             is
             it
             then
             that
             ye
          
           
             Say
             to
             my
             soul
             ,
             flee
             as
             a
             bird
          
           
             unto
             your
             mountain
             hie
             ?
          
           
           
             For
             lo
             ,
             the
             wicked
             bend
             their
             bow
             ,
          
           
             their
             shafts
             on
             string
             they
             fit
             :
          
           
             That
             those
             who
             upright
             are
             in
             heart
          
           
             they
             privily
             may
             hit
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             the
             foundations
             be
             destroy'd
             ,
          
           
             what
             hath
             the
             righteous
             done
             ?
          
           
             God
             in
             his
             holy
             Temple
             is
             ,
          
           
             in
             heaven
             is
             his
             throne
             :
          
           
             His
             eyes
             do
             see
             ,
             his
             eye-lids
             try
          
           
             mens
             sons
             .
             The
             just
             he
             proves
             :
          
           
             But
             his
             soul
             hates
             the
             wicked
             man
             ,
          
           
             and
             him
             that
             violence
             loves
             .
          
        
         
           
             Snares
             ,
             fire
             and
             brimstone
             ,
             furious
             storms
          
           
             on
             sinners
             he
             shall
             rain
             :
          
           
             This
             ,
             as
             the
             portion
             of
             their
             cup
             ,
          
           
             doth
             unto
             them
             pertain
             .
          
           
             Because
             the
             Lord
             most
             righteous
             doth
          
           
             in
             righteousnesse
             delight
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             pleasant
             countenance
          
           
             beholdeth
             the
             upright
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL
             XII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Sheminith
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             HElp
             Lord
             ,
             because
             the
             godly
             man
          
           
             doth
             dayly
             fade
             away
             ;
          
           
             And
             from
             among
             the
             sons
             of
             men
          
           
             the
             faithfull
             do
             decay
             .
          
           
             Unto
             his
             neighbour
             every
             one
          
           
             doth
             utter
             vanitie
             :
          
           
             They
             with
             a
             double
             heart
             do
             speak
             ,
          
           
             and
             lips
             of
             flatterie
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             God
             shall
             cut
             off
             all
             flattering
             lips
             ,
          
           
             tongues
             that
             speak
             proudly
             ,
             thus
             ,
          
           
             Wee
             'l
             with
             our
             tongue
             prevail
             ,
             our
             lips
          
           
             are
             ours
             :
             who
             's
             Lord
             ov'r
             us
             ?
          
           
             For
             poor
             opprest
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             sighs
          
           
             of
             needie
             ,
             rise
             will
             I
             ,
          
           
             Saith
             God
             ,
             and
             him
             in
             safety
             set
          
           
             from
             such
             as
             him
             defy
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             words
             of
             God
             are
             words
             most
             pure
             :
          
           
             they
             be
             like
             silver
             try'd
          
           
             In
             earthen
             furnace
             ,
             seven
             times
          
           
             that
             hath
             been
             purify'd
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             them
             preserve
             and
             keep
          
           
             for
             ever
             ,
             from
             this
             race
             .
          
           
             On
             each
             side
             walk
             the
             wicked
             ,
             when
          
           
             vile
             men
             are
             high
             in
             place
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XIII
          
           .
           To
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             HOw
             long
             wilt
             thou
             forget
             me
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             shall
             it
             for
             ever
             be
             ?
          
           
             O
             how
             long
             shall
             it
             be
             ,
             that
             thou
          
           
             wilt
             hide
             thy
             face
             from
             me
             ?
          
           
             How
             long
             take
             counsel
             in
             my
             soul
             ,
          
           
             still
             sad
             in
             heart
             ,
             shall
             I
             ?
          
           
             How
             long
             exalted
             over
             me
          
           
             shall
             be
             mine
             enemy
             ?
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
             consider
             well
             ,
          
           
             and
             answer
             to
             me
             make
             :
          
           
             Mine
             eyes
             enlighten
             ,
             lest
             the
             sleep
          
           
             of
             death
             me
             overtake
             .
          
           
           
             Lest
             that
             mine
             enemie
             should
             say
             ,
          
           
             against
             him
             I
             prevail'd
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             those
             that
             trouble
             me
             ,
             rejoyce
          
           
             when
             I
             am
             mov'd
             and
             fail'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             I
             have
             all
             my
             confidence
          
           
             thy
             mercy
             set
             upon
             :
          
           
             My
             heart
             within
             me
             shall
             rejoyce
          
           
             in
             thy
             salvation
             .
          
           
             I
             will
             unto
             the
             Lord
             my
             God
          
           
             sing
             praises
             chearfully
             ,
          
           
             Because
             he
             hath
             his
             bountie
             shown
          
           
             to
             me
             abundantly
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XIV
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             That
             there
             is
             not
             a
             God
             ,
             the
             fool
          
           
             doth
             in
             his
             heart
             conclude
             :
          
           
             They
             are
             corrupt
             ,
             their
             works
             are
             vile
             ,
          
           
             not
             one
             of
             them
             doth
             good
             .
          
           
             Upon
             mens
             sons
             the
             Lord
             from
             heaven
          
           
             did
             cast
             his
             eyes
             abroad
             ;
          
           
             To
             see
             if
             any
             understood
             ,
          
           
             and
             did
             seek
             after
             God.
             
          
        
         
           
             They
             altogether
             filthy
             are
             ,
          
           
             they
             all
             aside
             are
             gone
             :
          
           
             And
             there
             is
             none
             that
             doeth
             good
             ,
          
           
             yea
             ,
             sure
             there
             is
             not
             one
             .
          
           
             These
             workers
             of
             iniquity
          
           
             do
             they
             not
             know
             at
             all
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             my
             people
             eat
             as
             bread
             ,
          
           
             and
             on
             God
             do
             not
             call
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             There
             fear'd
             they
             much
             :
             for
             God
             is
             with
          
           
             the
             whole
             race
             of
             the
             just
             .
          
           
             You
             shame
             the
             counsel
             of
             the
             poor
             ,
          
           
             because
             God
             is
             his
             trust
             .
          
           
             Let
             Israels
             help
             from
             Sion
             come
             .
          
           
             When
             back
             the
             Lord
             shal
             bring
          
           
             His
             captives
             ,
             Jacob
             shall
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             and
             Israel
             shall
             sing
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XV.
          
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             VVIthin
             thy
             tabernacle
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             who
             shall
             abide
             with
             thee
             ?
          
           
             And
             in
             thy
             high
             and
             holy
             hill
          
           
             who
             shall
             a
             dweller
             be
             ?
          
           
             The
             man
             that
             walketh
             uprightly
             ,
          
           
             and
             worketh
             righteousnesse
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             as
             he
             thinketh
             in
             his
             heart
             ,
          
           
             so
             doth
             he
             truth
             expresse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             doth
             not
             slander
             with
             his
             tongue
             ,
          
           
             nor
             to
             his
             friend
             doth
             hurt
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             yet
             against
             his
             neighbour
             doth
          
           
             take
             up
             an
             ill
             report
             .
          
           
             In
             whose
             eyes
             vile
             men
             are
             despis'd
             ;
          
           
             but
             those
             that
             God
             do
             fear
          
           
             He
             honoureth
             :
             and
             changeth
             not
             ,
          
           
             though
             to
             his
             hurt
             he
             swear
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             coyn
             puts
             not
             to
             usury
             ,
          
           
             nor
             take
             reward
             will
             he
          
           
             Against
             the
             guiltlesse
             .
             Who
             doth
             thus
          
           
             shall
             never
             moved
             be
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             XVI
          
           .
           Michtam
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             LOrd
             keep
             me
             :
             for
             I
             trust
             in
             thee
          
           
             To
             God
             thus
             was
             my
             speech
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             art
             my
             Lord
             ,
             and
             unto
             thee
          
           
             my
             goodnesse
             doth
             not
             reach
             :
          
           
             To
             saints
             on
             earth
             ,
             to
             th'excellent
          
           
             where
             my
             delight
             's
             all
             plac't
             .
          
           
             Their
             sorrows
             shall
             be
             multipli'd
             ,
          
           
             to
             other
             gods
             that
             haste
             :
          
        
         
           
             Of
             their
             drink-offerings
             of
             bloud
          
           
             I
             will
             no
             offering
             make
             ,
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             neither
             I
             their
             very
             names
          
           
             up
             in
             my
             lips
             will
             take
             .
          
           
             God
             is
             of
             mine
             inheritance
          
           
             and
             cup
             the
             portion
             :
          
           
             The
             lot
             that
             fallen
             is
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             thou
             dost
             maintain
             alone
             .
          
        
         
           
             Unto
             me
             happily
             the
             lines
          
           
             in
             pleasant
             places
             fell
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             the
             inheritance
             I
             got
             ,
          
           
             in
             beautie
             doth
             excell
             .
          
           
             I
             blesse
             the
             Lord
             ,
             because
             he
             doth
          
           
             by
             counsel
             me
             conduct
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             seasons
             of
             the
             night
             ,
          
           
             my
             reins
             do
             me
             instruct
             .
          
        
         
           
             Before
             me
             still
             the
             Lord
             I
             set
             :
          
           
             sith
             it
             is
             so
             ,
             that
             he
          
           
             Doth
             ever
             stand
             at
             my
             right
             hand
             ,
          
           
             I
             shall
             not
             moved
             be
             .
          
           
           
             Because
             of
             this
             my
             heart
             is
             glad
             ,
          
           
             and
             joy
             shall
             be
             exprest
          
           
             Ev'n
             by
             my
             glory
             :
             and
             my
             flesh
          
           
             in
             confidence
             shall
             rest
             .
          
        
         
           
             Because
             my
             soul
             in
             grave
             to
             dwell
          
           
             shall
             not
             be
             left
             by
             thee
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             wilt
             thou
             give
             thine
             Holy
             One
          
           
             corruption
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             Thou
             wilt
             me
             shew
             the
             path
             of
             life
             :
          
           
             of
             joyes
             there
             is
             full
             store
          
           
             Before
             thy
             face
             ,
             at
             thy
             right
             hand
          
           
             are
             pleasures
             evermore
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL
             XVII
          
           .
           A
           Prayer
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             LOrd
             ,
             hear
             the
             right
             ,
             attend
             my
             cry
             ,
          
           
             unto
             my
             pray'r
             give
             heed
             ,
          
           
             That
             doth
             not
             in
             hypocrisie
          
           
             from
             feigned
             lips
             proceed
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             before
             thy
             presence
             forth
          
           
             my
             sentence
             do
             thou
             send
             :
          
           
             Toward
             these
             things
             that
             equall
             are
             ,
          
           
             do
             thou
             thine
             eyes
             intend
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             prov'dst
             mine
             heart
             ,
             thou
             visitst
             me
             ,
          
           
             by
             night
             thou
             didst
             me
             try
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             nothing
             found'st
             :
             for
             that
             my
             mouth
          
           
             shall
             not
             sin
             purpos'd
             I.
          
           
             As
             for
             mens
             works
             ,
             I
             by
             the
             word
          
           
             that
             from
             thy
             lips
             doth
             flow
             ,
          
           
             Did
             me
             preserve
             out
             of
             the
             paths
          
           
             wherein
             destroyers
             go
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Hold
             up
             my
             goings
             ,
             Lord
             :
             me
             guide
          
           
             in
             those
             thy
             paths
             divine
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             my
             footsteps
             may
             not
             slide
          
           
             out
             of
             these
             wayes
             of
             thine
             .
          
           
             I
             called
             have
             on
             thee
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
          
           
             because
             thou
             wilt
             me
             hear
             :
          
           
             That
             thou
             may'st
             hearken
             to
             my
             speech
             ,
          
           
             to
             me
             incline
             thine
             ear
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             wondrous
             loving
             kindnesse
             show
             ,
          
           
             thou
             that
             by
             thy
             right
             hand
          
           
             Sav'st
             them
             that
             in
             thee
             trust
             ,
             from
             those
          
           
             that
             up
             against
             them
             stand
             .
          
           
             As
             th'apple
             of
             the
             eye
             me
             keep
             ;
          
           
             in
             thy
             wings
             shade
             me
             close
             ,
          
           
             From
             lewd
             oppressours
             ,
             compassing
          
           
             me
             round
             ,
             as
             deadly
             foes
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             their
             own
             fat
             they
             are
             inclos'd
             :
          
           
             their
             mouth
             speaks
             loftily
             ,
          
           
             Our
             steps
             they
             compast
             ;
             and
             to
             ground
          
           
             down
             bowing
             set
             their
             eye
             .
          
           
             He
             like
             unto
             a
             lion
             is
             ,
          
           
             that
             's
             greedy
             of
             his
             prey
             ,
          
           
             Or
             lion
             young
             ,
             which
             lurking
             doth
          
           
             in
             secret
             places
             stay
             .
          
        
         
           
             Arise
             ,
             and
             disappoint
             my
             foe
             ,
          
           
             and
             cast
             him
             down
             ,
             O
             Lord
             :
          
           
             My
             soul
             save
             from
             the
             wicked
             man
             ,
          
           
             the
             man
             which
             is
             thy
             sword
             .
          
           
             From
             men
             which
             are
             thy
             hand
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             from
             wordly
             men
             me
             save
             ,
          
           
             Which
             onely
             in
             this
             present
             life
          
           
             their
             part
             and
             portion
             have
             :
          
        
         
           
           
             Whose
             belly
             with
             thy
             treasure
             hid
          
           
             thou
             fill'st
             ,
             they
             children
             have
          
           
             In
             plentie
             ,
             of
             their
             goods
             the
             rest
          
           
             they
             to
             their
             children
             leave
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             for
             me
             ,
             I
             thine
             own
             face
          
           
             in
             righteousnesse
             will
             see
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             thy
             likenesse
             ,
             when
             I
             wake
             ,
          
           
             I
             satisfi'd
             shall
             be
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XVIII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           ,
           the
           servant
           of
           the
           Lord
           ,
           who
           spake
           unto
           the
           Lord
           the
           words
           of
           this
           song
           ,
           in
           the
           day
           that
           the
           Lord
           delivered
           him
           from
           the
           hand
           of
           all
           his
           enemies
           ,
           and
           from
           the
           hand
           of
           Saul
           :
           and
           he
           said
           ,
        
         
           
             THee
             will
             I
             love
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             my
             strength
             .
          
           
             My
             fortresse
             is
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             My
             rock
             ,
             and
             he
             that
             doth
             to
             me
          
           
             deliverance
             afford
             :
          
           
             My
             God
             ,
             my
             strength
             ,
             whom
             I
             will
             trust
             ,
          
           
             a
             buckler
             unto
             me
             ,
          
           
             The
             horn
             of
             my
             salvation
             ,
          
           
             and
             my
             high
             towr
             is
             he
             .
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             the
             Lord
             ,
             who
             worthy
             is
          
           
             of
             praises
             ,
             will
             I
             cry
             :
          
           
             And
             then
             shall
             I
             preserved
             be
          
           
             safe
             from
             mine
             enemy
             .
          
           
             Floods
             of
             ill
             men
             affrighted
             me
             ,
          
           
             deaths
             pangs
             about
             me
             went.
          
           
             Hells
             sorrows
             me
             environed
             :
          
           
             deaths
             snares
             did
             me
             prevent
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             In
             my
             distresse
             I
             call'd
             on
             God
             ,
          
           
             cry
             to
             my
             God
             did
             I
             :
          
           
             He
             from
             his
             temple
             heard
             my
             voice
             ,
          
           
             to
             his
             ears
             came
             my
             cry
             .
          
           
             Th'
             earth
             ,
             as
             affrighted
             ,
             then
             did
             shake
             ,
          
           
             trembling
             upon
             it
             seised
             ;
          
           
             The
             hills
             foundations
             moved
             were
             ,
          
           
             because
             he
             was
             displeased
             .
          
        
         
           
             Up
             from
             his
             nostrils
             came
             a
             smoke
             ,
          
           
             and
             from
             his
             mouth
             there
             came
          
           
             Devouring
             fire
             ,
             and
             coals
             by
             it
          
           
             were
             turned
             into
             flame
             .
          
           
             He
             also
             bowed
             down
             the
             heav'ns
             ,
          
           
             and
             thence
             he
             did
             descend
             :
          
           
             And
             thickest
             clouds
             of
             darknesse
             did
          
           
             under
             his
             feet
             attend
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             he
             upon
             a
             cherub
             rode
             ,
          
           
             and
             thereon
             he
             did
             fly
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             on
             the
             swift
             wings
             of
             the
             winde
          
           
             his
             flight
             was
             from
             on
             hy
             .
          
           
             He
             darknesse
             made
             his
             secret
             place
             :
          
           
             about
             him
             for
             his
             tent
          
           
             Dark
             waters
             were
             ,
             and
             thickest
             clouds
          
           
             of
             th'airie
             firmament
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             at
             the
             brightnesse
             of
             that
             light
          
           
             which
             was
             before
             his
             eye
             ,
          
           
             His
             thick
             clouds
             past
             away
             ,
             hail-stones
          
           
             and
             coals
             of
             fire
             did
             flye
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             God
             also
             in
             the
             heav'ns
          
           
             did
             thunder
             in
             his
             ire
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             there
             the
             highest
             gave
             his
             voice
             ,
          
           
             hail-stones
             and
             coals
             of
             fire
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yea
             ,
             he
             his
             arrows
             sent
             abroad
             ,
          
           
             and
             them
             he
             scattered
             :
          
           
             His
             lightnings
             also
             he
             shot
             out
             ,
          
           
             and
             them
             discomfited
             .
          
           
             The
             waters
             chanels
             then
             were
             seen
             ,
          
           
             the
             worlds
             foundations
             vast
          
           
             At
             thy
             rebuke
             discovered
             were
             ,
          
           
             and
             at
             thy
             nostrils
             blast
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             from
             above
             the
             Lord
             sent
             down
             ,
          
           
             and
             took
             me
             from
             below
             ,
          
           
             From
             many
             waters
             he
             me
             drew
             ,
          
           
             which
             would
             me
             over-flow
             .
          
           
             He
             me
             reliev'd
             from
             my
             strong
             foes
             ,
          
           
             and
             such
             as
             did
             me
             hare
             :
          
           
             Because
             he
             saw
             that
             they
             for
             me
          
           
             too
             strong
             were
             ,
             and
             too
             great
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             me
             prevented
             in
             the
             day
          
           
             of
             my
             calamitie
             :
          
           
             But
             even
             then
             the
             Lord
             himself
          
           
             a
             stay
             was
             unto
             me
             .
          
           
             He
             ,
             to
             a
             place
             of
             libertie
          
           
             where
             room
             was
             ,
             hath
             me
             brought
             :
          
           
             Because
             he
             took
             delight
             in
             me
             ,
          
           
             he
             my
             deliverance
             wrought
             .
          
        
         
           
             According
             to
             my
             righteousnesse
          
           
             he
             did
             me
             recompense
             ,
          
           
             He
             me
             repay'd
             according
             to
          
           
           
             my
             hands
             pure
             innocence
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             Gods
             wayes
             kept
             ,
             from
             my
             God
          
           
             did
             not
             turn
             wickedlie
             .
          
           
             His
             judgements
             were
             before
             me
             ,
             I
          
           
             his
             Lawes
             put
             not
             from
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Sincere
             before
             him
             was
             my
             heart
             ,
          
           
             with
             him
             upright
             was
             I
             :
          
           
             And
             watchfully
             I
             kept
             my self
          
           
             from
             mine
             iniquity
             .
          
           
             After
             my
             righteousnesse
             the
             Lord
          
           
             hath
             recompensed
             me
             ,
          
           
             After
             the
             cleannesse
             of
             my
             hands
          
           
             appearing
             in
             his
             eye
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             gracious
             to
             the
             gracious
             art
             ,
          
           
             to
             upright
             men
             upright
             .
          
           
             Pure
             to
             the
             pure
             ,
             froward
             thou
             kythes
          
           
             unto
             the
             froward
             wight
             .
          
           
             For
             thou
             wilt
             the
             afflicted
             save
             ,
          
           
             in
             grief
             that
             low
             do
             ly
             :
          
           
             But
             wilt
             bring
             down
             the
             countenance
          
           
             of
             them
             whose
             looks
             are
             hy
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             will
             light
             my
             candle
             so
             ,
          
           
             that
             it
             shall
             shine
             full
             bright
             :
          
           
             The
             Lord
             my
             God
             will
             also
             make
          
           
             my
             darknesse
             to
             be
             light
             .
          
           
             By
             thee
             through
             troups
             of
             men
             I
             break
             ,
          
           
             and
             them
             discomfite
             all
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             by
             my
             God
             assisting
             me
             ,
          
           
             I
             over-leap
             a
             wall
             .
          
        
         
           
             As
             for
             God
             ,
             perfect
             is
             his
             way
             :
          
           
             the
             Lord
             his
             word
             is
             try'd
             :
          
           
           
             He
             is
             a
             buckler
             to
             all
             those
          
           
             who
             do
             on
             him
             confide
             .
          
           
             Who
             but
             the
             Lord
             is
             God
             ?
             but
             he
          
           
             who
             is
             a
             rock
             and
             stay
             ?
          
           
             It
             's
             God
             that
             girdeth
             me
             with
             strength
             ,
          
           
             and
             perfect
             makes
             my
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             made
             my
             feet
             swift
             as
             the
             hindes
             ,
          
           
             set
             me
             on
             my
             high
             places
             .
          
           
             Mine
             hands
             to
             war
             he
             taught
             ,
             mine
             armes
          
           
             brake
             bows
             of
             steel
             in
             pieces
             .
          
           
             The
             shield
             of
             thy
             salvation
          
           
             thou
             didst
             on
             me
             bestow
             :
          
           
             Thy
             right
             hand
             held
             me
             up
             ,
             and
             great
          
           
             thy
             kindnesse
             made
             me
             grow
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             in
             my
             way
             ,
             my
             steps
             thou
             hast
          
           
             enlarged
             under
             me
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             go
             safely
             ,
             and
             my
             feet
          
           
             are
             kept
             from
             sliding
             free
             .
          
           
             Mine
             enemies
             I
             pursued
             have
             ,
          
           
             and
             did
             them
             over-take
             :
          
           
             Nor
             did
             I
             turn
             again
             ,
             till
             I
          
           
             an
             end
             of
             them
             did
             make
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             wounded
             them
             ,
             they
             could
             not
             rise
             :
          
           
             they
             at
             my
             feet
             did
             fall
             .
          
           
             Thou
             girdest
             me
             with
             strength
             for
             war
             :
          
           
             my
             foes
             thou
             brought
             down
             all
             .
          
           
             And
             thou
             hast
             giv'n
             to
             me
             the
             necks
          
           
             of
             all
             mine
             enemies
             :
          
           
             That
             I
             might
             them
             destroy
             and
             slay
          
           
             who
             did
             against
             me
             rise
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             cryed
             out
             ,
             but
             there
             was
             none
          
           
           
             that
             would
             or
             could
             them
             save
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             they
             did
             cry
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             but
             he
             no
             answer
             gave
             .
          
           
             Then
             did
             I
             beat
             them
             small
             ,
             as
             dust
          
           
             before
             the
             winde
             that
             flyes
             :
          
           
             And
             I
             did
             cast
             them
             out
             like
             dirt
          
           
             upon
             the
             street
             that
             lyes
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             mad'st
             me
             free
             from
             peoples
             strife
             ;
          
           
             and
             heathens
             head
             to
             be
             :
          
           
             A
             people
             whom
             I
             have
             not
             known
             ,
          
           
             shall
             service
             do
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             At
             hearing
             they
             shall
             me
             obey
             ,
          
           
             to
             me
             they
             shall
             submit
             .
          
           
             Strangers
             for
             fear
             shall
             fade
             away
             ,
          
           
             who
             in
             close
             places
             sit
             .
          
        
         
           
             God
             lives
             ,
             blest
             be
             my
             rock
             :
             the
             God
          
           
             of
             my
             health
             praised
             be
             .
          
           
             God
             doth
             avenge
             me
             ,
             and
             subdues
          
           
             the
             people
             under
             me
             .
          
           
             He
             saves
             me
             from
             mine
             enemies
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             thou
             hast
             lifted
             me
          
           
             Above
             my
             foes
             :
             and
             from
             the
             man
          
           
             of
             violence
             ,
             setst
             me
             free
             .
          
        
         
           
             Therefore
             to
             thee
             will
             I
             give
             thanks
          
           
             the
             heathen
             folk
             among
             :
          
           
             And
             to
             thy
             Name
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             I
             will
          
           
             sing
             praises
             in
             a
             song
             .
          
           
             He
             great
             deliverance
             gives
             his
             King
             :
          
           
             he
             mercy
             doth
             extend
          
           
             To
             David
             ,
             his
             anointed
             one
             ,
          
           
             and
             his
             seed
             without
             end
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             XIX
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             THe
             heav'ns
             Gods
             glory
             do
             declare
             :
          
           
             the
             skyes
             his
             hand-works
             preach
             .
          
           
             Day
             utters
             speech
             to
             day
             ,
             and
             night
          
           
             to
             night
             doth
             knowledge
             teach
             .
          
           
             There
             is
             no
             speech
             nor
             tongue
             ,
             to
             which
          
           
             their
             voice
             doth
             not
             extend
             .
          
           
             Their
             line
             is
             gone
             through
             all
             the
             earth
             ,
          
           
             their
             words
             to
             the
             worlds
             end
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             them
             he
             set
             the
             sun
             a
             tent
             ,
          
           
             Who
             bride-groom-like
             forth
             goes
          
           
             From
             's
             chamber
             ,
             as
             a
             strong
             man
             doth
             ,
          
           
             to
             run
             his
             race
             ,
             rejoyce
             .
          
           
             From
             heav'ns
             end
             is
             his
             going
             forth
             ,
          
           
             circling
             to
             th'
             end
             again
             :
          
           
             And
             there
             is
             nothing
             from
             his
             heat
          
           
             that
             hidden
             doth
             remain
             .
          
        
         
           
             Gods
             Law
             is
             perfect
             ,
             and
             converts
          
           
             the
             soul
             in
             sin
             that
             lyes
             :
          
           
             Gods
             testimony
             is
             most
             sure
             ,
          
           
             and
             makes
             the
             simple
             wise
             .
          
           
             The
             statutes
             of
             the
             Lord
             are
             right
             ,
          
           
             and
             do
             rejoyce
             the
             heart
             :
          
           
             The
             Lords
             command
             is
             pure
             ,
             and
             doth
          
           
             light
             to
             the
             eyes
             impart
             .
          
        
         
           
             Unspotted
             is
             the
             fear
             of
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             doth
             endure
             for
             ever
             :
          
           
             The
             judgements
             of
             the
             Lord
             are
             true
             ,
          
           
             and
             righteous
             altogether
             .
          
           
           
             They
             ,
             more
             then
             gold
             ,
             yea
             ,
             much
             fine
             gold
             ,
          
           
             to
             be
             desired
             are
             :
          
           
             Then
             honey
             ,
             from
             the
             honey
             comb
          
           
             that
             dropeth
             ,
             sweeter
             far
             .
          
        
         
           
             Moreover
             ,
             they
             thy
             servant
             warn
          
           
             how
             he
             his
             life
             should
             frame
             :
          
           
             A
             great
             reward
             provided
             is
          
           
             for
             them
             that
             keep
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Who
             can
             his
             errours
             understand
             ?
          
           
             O
             cleanse
             thou
             me
             within
          
           
             From
             secret
             faults
             .
             Thy
             servant
             keep
          
           
             from
             all
             presumptuous
             sin
             ,
          
        
         
           
             And
             do
             not
             suffer
             them
             to
             have
          
           
             dominion
             over
             me
             :
          
           
             Then
             righteous
             and
             innocent
          
           
             I
             from
             much
             sin
             shall
             be
             .
          
           
             The
             words
             which
             from
             my
             mouth
             proceed
             ,
          
           
             the
             thoughts
             sent
             from
             my
             heart
          
           
             Accept
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             for
             thou
             my
             strength
          
           
             and
             my
             redeemer
             art
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XX.
          
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             JEhovah
             hear
             thee
             in
             the
             day
          
           
             when
             trouble
             he
             doth
             send
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             the
             Name
             of
             Jacobs
             God
          
           
             thee
             from
             all
             ill
             defend
             .
          
           
             O
             let
             him
             help
             send
             from
             above
             ,
          
           
             out
             of
             his
             sanctuaries
          
           
             From
             Sion
             his
             own
             holy
             hill
             ,
          
           
             let
             him
             give
             strength
             to
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Let
             him
             remember
             all
             thy
             gifts
             ,
          
           
             accept
             thy
             sacrifice
             .
          
           
             Grant
             thee
             thine
             hearts
             wish
             ,
             and
             fulfill
          
           
             thy
             thoughts
             and
             counsel
             wise
             .
          
           
             In
             thy
             salvation
             we
             will
             joy
             ;
          
           
             in
             our
             Gods
             Name
             we
             will
          
           
             Display
             our
             banners
             :
             and
             the
             Lord
          
           
             thy
             prayers
             all
             fulfill
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             know
             I
             ,
             God
             his
             King
             doth
             save
             :
          
           
             he
             from
             his
             holy
             heaven
          
           
             Will
             hear
             him
             ,
             with
             the
             saving
             strength
          
           
             by
             his
             right
             hand
             that
             's
             given
             .
          
           
             In
             chariots
             some
             put
             confidence
             ,
          
           
             some
             horses
             trust
             upon
             :
          
           
             But
             we
             remember
             will
             the
             Name
          
           
             of
             our
             Lord
             God
             alone
             .
          
        
         
           
             We
             rise
             ,
             and
             upright
             stand
             ,
             when
             they
          
           
             are
             bowed
             down
             ,
             and
             fall
             .
          
           
             Deliver
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             and
             let
             the
             King
          
           
             us
             hear
             ,
             when
             we
             do
             call
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           XXI
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             THe
             King
             in
             thy
             great
             strength
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             shall
             very
             joyfull
             be
             ,
          
           
             In
             thy
             salvation
             rejoyce
          
           
             how
             vehemently
             shall
             he
             !
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             bestowed
             upon
             him
          
           
             all
             that
             his
             heart
             would
             have
             ,
          
           
             And
             thou
             from
             him
             didst
             not
             withhold
          
           
             what
             e're
             his
             lips
             did
             crave
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             For
             thou
             with
             blessings
             him
             prevent'st
          
           
             of
             goodnesse
             manifold
             ;
          
           
             And
             thou
             hast
             set
             upon
             his
             head
          
           
             a
             crown
             of
             purest
             gold
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             desired
             life
             of
             thee
             ,
          
           
             thou
             life
             to
             him
             didst
             give
             :
          
           
             Ev'n
             such
             a
             length
             of
             dayes
             ,
             that
             he
          
           
             for
             evermore
             should
             live
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             that
             salvation
             wrought
             by
             thee
             ,
          
           
             his
             glory
             is
             made
             great
             ,
          
           
             Honour
             and
             comly
             majestie
          
           
             thou
             hast
             upon
             him
             set
             .
          
           
             Because
             that
             thou
             for
             evermore
          
           
             most
             blessed
             hast
             him
             made
             :
          
           
             And
             thou
             hast
             with
             thy
             countenance
          
           
             made
             him
             exceeding
             glad
             :
          
        
         
           
             Because
             the
             King
             upon
             the
             Lord
          
           
             his
             confidence
             doth
             lay
             ,
          
           
             And
             through
             the
             grace
             of
             the
             most
             high
          
           
             shall
             not
             be
             mov'd
             away
             .
          
           
             Thine
             hand
             shall
             all
             those
             men
             finde
             out
          
           
             that
             enemies
             are
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             thy
             right
             hand
             shall
             finde
             out
             those
             ,
          
           
             of
             thee
             that
             haters
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             Like
             fiery
             ov'n
             thou
             shalt
             them
             make
             ,
          
           
             when
             kindled
             is
             thine
             ire
             :
          
           
             God
             shall
             them
             swallow
             in
             his
             wrath
             ,
          
           
             devoure
             them
             shall
             the
             fire
             .
          
           
             Their
             fruit
             from
             earth
             thou
             shalt
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             their
             seed
             men
             from
             among
             .
          
           
             For
             they
             ,
             beyond
             their
             might
             ,
             '
             gainst
             thee
          
           
             did
             plot
             mischief
             and
             wrong
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Thou
             therefore
             shalt
             make
             them
             turn
             back
             ,
          
           
             when
             thou
             thy
             shafts
             shalt
             place
          
           
             Upon
             thy
             strings
             ,
             made
             ready
             all
          
           
             to
             flie
             against
             their
             face
             .
          
           
             In
             thy
             great
             power
             and
             strength
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             be
             thou
             exalted
             hie
             :
          
           
             So
             shall
             we
             sing
             with
             joyfull
             hearts
             ,
          
           
             thy
             power
             praise
             shall
             we
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Aijeleth
           Shahar
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             MY
             God
             ,
             my
             God
             why
             hast
             thou
             me
          
           
             forsaken
             ?
             why
             so
             far
          
           
             Art
             thou
             from
             helping
             me
             ,
             and
             from
          
           
             my
             words
             that
             roaring
             are
             ?
          
           
             All
             day
             ,
             my
             God
             ,
             to
             thee
             I
             cry
             ,
          
           
             yet
             am
             not
             heard
             by
             thee
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             season
             of
             the
             night
          
           
             I
             cannot
             silent
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             thou
             art
             holy
             ,
             thou
             that
             dost
          
           
             inhabite
             Israels
             praise
             .
          
           
             Our
             father
             's
             hop'd
             in
             thee
             ,
             they
             hop'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             thou
             didst
             them
             release
             .
          
           
             When
             unto
             thee
             they
             sent
             their
             cry
             ,
          
           
             to
             them
             deliverance
             came
             :
          
           
             Because
             they
             put
             their
             trust
             in
             thee
             ,
          
           
             they
             were
             not
             put
             to
             shame
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             as
             for
             me
             ,
             a
             worm
             I
             am
             ,
          
           
             and
             as
             no
             man
             am
             pris'd
             :
          
           
             Reproach
             of
             men
             I
             am
             ,
             and
             by
          
           
           
             the
             people
             am
             despis'd
             .
          
           
             All
             that
             me
             see
             laugh
             me
             to
             scorn
             :
          
           
             shoot
             out
             the
             lip
             do
             they
             ,
          
           
             They
             nod
             and
             shake
             their
             heads
             at
             me
             ,
          
           
             and
             mocking
             ,
             thus
             do
             say
             ,
          
        
         
           
             This
             man
             did
             trust
             in
             God
             ,
             that
             he
          
           
             would
             free
             him
             by
             his
             might
             :
          
           
             Let
             him
             deliver
             him
             ,
             sith
             he
          
           
             had
             in
             him
             such
             delight
             .
          
           
             But
             thou
             art
             he
             out
             of
             the
             womb
          
           
             that
             didst
             me
             safely
             take
             :
          
           
             When
             I
             was
             on
             my
             mothers
             breasts
             ,
          
           
             thou
             me
             to
             hope
             didst
             make
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             I
             was
             cast
             upon
             thy
             care
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             from
             the
             womb
             till
             now
             :
          
           
             And
             from
             my
             mothers
             belly
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             my
             God
             and
             guide
             art
             thou
             .
          
           
             Be
             not
             far
             off
             ,
             for
             grief
             is
             near
             ;
          
           
             and
             none
             to
             help
             is
             found
             .
          
           
             Bulls
             many
             compasse
             me
             ;
             strong
             bulls
          
           
             of
             Bashan
             me
             surround
             .
          
        
         
           
             Their
             mouthes
             they
             op'ned
             wide
             on
             me
             ,
          
           
             upon
             me
             gape
             did
             they
             ,
          
           
             Like
             to
             a
             Lion
             ravening
          
           
             and
             roaring
             for
             his
             prey
             .
          
           
             Like
             water
             I
             'm
             powr'd
             out
             ,
             my
             bones
          
           
             all
             out
             of
             joynt
             do
             part
             :
          
           
             Amidst
             my
             bowels
             ,
             as
             the
             wax
             ,
          
           
             so
             melted
             is
             my
             heart
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             strength
             is
             like
             a
             potsheard
             dry'd
             :
          
           
             my
             tongue
             it
             cleaveth
             fast
          
           
           
             Unto
             my
             jaws
             ;
             and
             to
             the
             dust
          
           
             of
             death
             thou
             brought
             me
             hast
             .
          
           
             For
             dogs
             have
             compast
             me
             about
             :
          
           
             the
             wicked
             ,
             that
             did
             meet
          
           
             In
             their
             assembly
             ,
             me
             inclos'd
             ,
          
           
             they
             pierc'd
             my
             hands
             and
             feet
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             all
             my
             bones
             may
             tell
             :
             they
             do
          
           
             upon
             me
             look
             and
             stare
             .
          
           
             Upon
             my
             vesture
             lots
             they
             cast
             ,
          
           
             and
             clothes
             among
             them
             share
             .
          
           
             But
             be
             not
             far
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             my
             strength
             ;
          
           
             haste
             to
             give
             help
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             From
             sword
             my
             soul
             ,
             from
             pow'r
             of
             dogs
          
           
             my
             darling
             set
             thou
             free
             .
          
        
         
           
             Out
             of
             the
             roaring
             Lions
             mouth
          
           
             do
             thou
             me
             shield
             and
             save
             :
          
           
             For
             from
             the
             horns
             of
             Unicorns
          
           
             an
             ear
             to
             me
             thou
             gave
             .
          
           
             I
             will
             shew
             forth
             thy
             Name
             unto
          
           
             those
             that
             my
             brethren
             are
             :
          
           
             Amidst
             the
             congregation
          
           
             thy
             praise
             I
             will
             declare
             .
          
        
         
           
             Praise
             ye
             the
             Lord
             ,
             who
             do
             him
             fear
             :
          
           
             him
             glorifie
             ,
             all
             ye
          
           
             The
             seed
             of
             Jacob
             ;
             fear
             him
             all
          
           
             that
             Isra'ls
             children
             be
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             despis'd
             not
             ,
             nor
             abhor'd
          
           
             th'afflicteds
             misery
             :
          
           
             Nor
             from
             him
             hid
             his
             face
             ,
             but
             heard
          
           
             when
             he
             to
             him
             did
             cry
             .
          
        
         
           
             Within
             the
             congregation
             great
          
           
           
             my
             praise
             shall
             be
             of
             thee
             :
          
           
             My
             vows
             before
             them
             that
             him
             fear
          
           
             shall
             be
             perform'd
             by
             me
             .
          
           
             The
             meek
             shall
             eat
             ,
             and
             shall
             be
             fill'd
             :
          
           
             they
             also
             praise
             shall
             give
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Lord
             that
             do
             him
             seek
             ;
          
           
             your
             heart
             shall
             ever
             live
             .
          
        
         
           
             All
             ends
             of
             th'
             earth
             remember
             shall
             ,
          
           
             and
             turn
             the
             Lord
             unto
             :
          
           
             All
             kindreds
             of
             the
             nations
          
           
             to
             him
             shall
             homage
             do
             .
          
           
             Because
             the
             Kingdom
             to
             the
             Lord
          
           
             doth
             appertain
             ,
             as
             his
             :
          
           
             Likewise
             among
             the
             nations
          
           
             the
             governour
             he
             is
             .
          
        
         
           
             Earths
             fat
             ones
             eat
             ,
             and
             worship
             shall
             :
          
           
             all
             who
             to
             dust
             descend
          
           
             Shall
             bow
             to
             him
             :
             none
             of
             them
             can
          
           
             his
             soul
             from
             death
             defend
             .
          
           
             A
             seed
             shall
             service
             do
             to
             him
             ,
          
           
             unto
             the
             Lord
             it
             shall
          
           
             Be
             for
             a
             generation
          
           
             reck'ned
             in
             ages
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             shall
             come
             ,
             and
             they
             shall
             declare
          
           
             his
             truth
             and
             righteousnesse
          
           
             Unto
             a
             people
             yet
             unborn
             ,
          
           
             and
             that
             he
             hath
             done
             this
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXIII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             THe
             Lord
             's
             my
             shepherd
             ,
             I
             'le
             not
             want
             .
          
           
             He
             makes
             me
             down
             to
             ly
          
           
             In
             pastures
             green
             :
             he
             leadeth
             me
          
           
             the
             quiet
             waters
             by
             .
          
           
             My
             soul
             he
             doth
             restore
             again
             ;
          
           
             and
             me
             to
             walk
             doth
             make
          
           
             Into
             the
             paths
             of
             righteousnesse
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             for
             his
             own
             Names
             sake
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yea
             ,
             though
             I
             walk
             in
             deaths
             dark
             vale
             ,
          
           
             yet
             will
             I
             fear
             none
             ill
             :
          
           
             For
             thou
             art
             with
             me
             ,
             and
             thy
             rod
          
           
             and
             staff
             me
             comfort
             still
             .
          
           
             My
             table
             thou
             hast
             furnished
          
           
             in
             presence
             of
             my
             foes
             :
          
           
             My
             head
             thou
             dost
             with
             oyl
             anoint
             ,
          
           
             and
             my
             cup
             overflowes
             .
          
        
         
           
             Goodnesse
             and
             mercy
             all
             my
             life
          
           
             shall
             surely
             follow
             me
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             Gods
             house
             for
             evermore
          
           
             my
             dwelling
             place
             shall
             be
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXIV
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             THe
             earth
             belongs
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             all
             that
             it
             contains
             :
          
           
             The
             world
             that
             is
             inhabited
             ,
          
           
             and
             all
             that
             there
             remains
             .
          
           
           
             For
             the
             foundation
             thereof
          
           
             he
             on
             the
             seas
             did
             lay
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             hath
             it
             established
          
           
             upon
             the
             flouds
             to
             stay
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             is
             the
             man
             that
             shall
             ascend
          
           
             into
             the
             hill
             of
             God
             ?
          
           
             Or
             who
             within
             his
             holy
             place
          
           
             shall
             have
             a
             firm
             abode
             ?
          
           
             Whose
             hands
             are
             clean
             ,
             whose
             heart
             is
             pure
             ,
          
           
             and
             unto
             vanity
          
           
             Who
             hath
             not
             lifted
             up
             his
             soul
             ,
          
           
             nor
             sworn
             deceitfully
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             from
             th'
             Eternall
             shall
             receive
          
           
             the
             blessing
             him
             upon
             ,
          
           
             And
             righteousnesse
             ,
             ev'n
             from
             the
             God
          
           
             of
             his
             salvation
             .
          
           
             This
             is
             the
             generation
          
           
             that
             after
             him
             inquire
             ,
          
           
             O
             Jacob
             ,
             who
             do
             seek
             thy
             face
          
           
             with
             their
             whole
             hearts
             desire
          
        
         
           
             Ye
             gates
             lift
             up
             your
             heads
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             ye
             doors
             that
             last
             for
             ay
          
           
             Be
             lifted
             up
             ,
             that
             so
             the
             King
          
           
             of
             glory
             enter
             may
             .
          
           
             But
             who
             of
             glory
             is
             the
             King
             ?
          
           
             the
             mighty
             Lord
             is
             this
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             that
             same
             Lord
             ,
             that
             great
             in
             might
             ,
          
           
             and
             strong
             in
             battell
             is
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ye
             gates
             lift
             up
             your
             heads
             ,
             ye
             doors
             ,
          
           
             doors
             that
             do
             last
             for
             ay
          
           
             Be
             lifted
             up
             ,
             that
             so
             the
             King
          
           
           
             of
             glory
             enter
             may
             .
          
           
             But
             who
             is
             he
             that
             is
             the
             King
          
           
             of
             glory
             ?
             Who
             is
             this
             ?
          
           
             The
             Lord
             of
             hosts
             ,
             and
             none
             but
             he
          
           
             the
             King
             of
             glory
             is
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
               PSAL.
               XXV
            
             .
             A
             Psalm
             of
             David
             .
          
           
             
               TO
               thee
               I
               lift
               my
               soul
               :
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               I
               trust
               in
               thee
               ,
            
             
               My
               God
               ,
               let
               me
               not
               be
               asham'd
               ,
            
             
               nor
               foes
               triumph
               ov'r
               me
               .
            
             
               Let
               none
               that
               wait
               on
               thee
            
             
               be
               put
               to
               shame
               at
               all
               ;
            
             
               But
               those
               that
               without
               cause
               transgresse
            
             
               let
               shame
               upon
               them
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shew
               me
               thy
               wayes
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ;
            
             
               thy
               paths
               O
               teach
               thou
               me
               .
            
             
               And
               do
               thou
               lead
               me
               in
               thy
               truth
               ,
            
             
               therein
               my
               teacher
               be
               :
            
             
               For
               thou
               art
               God
               that
               do'st
            
             
               to
               me
               salvation
               send
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               upon
               thee
               ,
               all
               the
               day
            
             
               expecting
               ,
               do
               attend
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thy
               tender
               mercies
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               I
               pray
               thee
               to
               remember
               ,
            
             
               And
               loving
               kindnesses
               :
               for
               they
            
             
               have
               been
               of
               old
               for
               ever
               .
            
             
               My
               sins
               and
               faults
               of
               youth
            
             
               do
               thou
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               forget
               :
            
             
               After
               thy
               mercy
               think
               on
               me
               ,
            
             
               and
               for
               thy
               goodnesse
               great
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               God
               good
               and
               upright
               is
               :
            
             
               the
               way
               hee
               'l
               sinners
               show
               .
            
             
               The
               meek
               in
               judgement
               he
               will
               guide
               ,
            
             
               and
               make
               his
               path
               to
               know
               .
            
             
               The
               whole
               paths
               of
               the
               Lord
            
             
               are
               truth
               and
               mercy
               sure
            
             
               To
               those
               that
               do
               his
               covenant
               keep
               ,
            
             
               and
               testimonies
               pure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               for
               thine
               own
               Names
               sake
               ,
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               I
               thee
               intreat
            
             
               To
               pardon
               mine
               iniquitie
               :
            
             
               for
               it
               is
               very
               great
               .
            
             
               What
               man
               is
               he
               that
               fears
            
             
               the
               Lord
               ,
               and
               doth
               him
               serve
               ?
            
             
               Him
               shall
               he
               teach
               the
               way
               that
               he
            
             
               shall
               choose
               and
               still
               observe
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               soul
               shall
               dwell
               at
               ease
               ;
            
             
               and
               his
               posteritie
            
             
               Shall
               flourish
               still
               ,
               and
               of
               the
               earth
            
             
               inheritours
               shall
               be
               .
            
             
               With
               those
               that
               fear
               him
               ,
               is
            
             
               the
               secret
               of
               the
               Lord
               :
            
             
               The
               knowledge
               of
               his
               covenant
            
             
               he
               will
               to
               them
               afford
               .
            
          
           
             
               Mine
               eyes
               upon
               the
               Lord
            
             
               continually
               are
               set
               :
            
             
               For
               it
               is
               he
               that
               shall
               bring
               forth
            
             
               my
               feet
               out
               of
               the
               net
               .
            
             
               Turn
               unto
               me
               thy
               face
               ,
            
             
               and
               to
               me
               mercy
               show
               :
            
             
               Because
               that
               I
               am
               desolate
               ,
            
             
               and
               am
               brought
               very
               low
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               hearts
               griefs
               are
               increas'd
               :
            
             
               me
               from
               distresse
               relieve
               .
            
             
               See
               mine
               affliction
               and
               my
               pain
               ,
            
             
               and
               all
               my
               sins
               forgive
               .
            
             
               Consider
               thou
               my
               foes
               ,
            
             
               because
               they
               many
               are
               ,
            
             
               And
               it
               a
               cruell
               hatred
               is
               ,
            
             
               which
               they
               against
               me
               beare
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               do
               thou
               keep
               my
               soul
               ,
            
             
               do
               thou
               deliver
               me
               :
            
             
               And
               let
               me
               never
               be
               asham'd
               ,
            
             
               because
               I
               trust
               in
               thee
               .
            
             
               Let
               uprightnesse
               and
               truth
            
             
               keep
               me
               ,
               who
               thee
               attend
               .
            
             
               Redemption
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               to
               Israel
            
             
               from
               all
               his
               troubles
               send
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               TO
               thee
               I
               lift
               my
               soul
               ,
               O
               Lord
               :
            
             
               My
               God
               ,
               I
               trust
               in
               thee
               :
            
             
               Let
               me
               not
               be
               asham'd
               ;
               let
               not
            
             
               my
               foes
               triumph
               ov'r
               me
               .
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               let
               thou
               none
               ashamed
               be
            
             
               that
               do
               on
               thee
               attend
               ;
            
             
               Ashamed
               let
               them
               be
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               who
               without
               cause
               offend
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thy
               wayes
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               shew
               ;
               teach
               me
               thy
               paths
               .
            
             
               Lead
               me
               in
               truth
               ,
               teach
               me
               :
            
             
               For
               of
               my
               safetie
               thou
               art
               God
               ,
            
             
               all
               day
               I
               wait
               on
               thee
               .
            
             
               Thy
               mercies
               ,
               that
               most
               tender
               are
               ,
            
             
               do
               thou
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               remember
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               loving
               kindnesses
               :
               for
               they
            
             
               have
               been
               of
               old
               for
               ever
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               not
               the
               errours
               of
               my
               youth
               ,
            
             
               nor
               sins
               remembred
               be
               :
            
             
               In
               mercy
               ,
               for
               thy
               goodnesse
               sake
               ,
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               remember
               me
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               is
               good
               and
               gracious
               ,
            
             
               He
               upright
               is
               also
               :
            
             
               He
               therefore
               sinners
               will
               instruct
               :
            
             
               in
               wayes
               that
               they
               should
               go
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               meek
               and
               lowly
               he
               will
               guide
            
             
               in
               judgement
               just
               alway
               :
            
             
               To
               meek
               and
               poor
               afflicted
               ones
            
             
               hee
               'l
               clearly
               teach
               his
               way
               .
            
             
               The
               whole
               paths
               of
               the
               Lord
               our
               God
            
             
               are
               truth
               and
               mercy
               sure
               ,
            
             
               To
               such
               as
               keep
               his
               covenant
               .
            
             
               and
               testimonies
               pure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               for
               thine
               own
               Names
               sake
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               I
               humbly
               thee
               intreat
            
             
               To
               pardon
               mine
               iniquitie
               :
            
             
               for
               it
               is
               very
               great
               .
            
             
               What
               man
               fears
               God
               ?
               him
               shall
               he
               teach
            
             
               the
               way
               that
               he
               shall
               choose
               .
            
             
               His
               soul
               shall
               dwell
               at
               ease
               ,
               his
               seed
            
             
               the
               earth
               ,
               as
               heirs
               ,
               shall
               use
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               secret
               of
               the
               Lord
               is
               with
            
             
               such
               as
               do
               fear
               his
               Name
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               his
               holy
               covenant
            
             
               will
               manifest
               to
               them
               .
            
             
             
               Towards
               the
               Lord
               my
               waiting
               eyes
            
             
               continually
               are
               set
               :
            
             
               For
               he
               it
               is
               that
               shall
               bring
               forth
            
             
               my
               feet
               out
               of
               the
               net
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               turn
               thee
               unto
               me
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
            
             
               have
               mercy
               me
               upon
               :
            
             
               Because
               I
               solitary
               am
               ,
            
             
               and
               in
               affliction
               .
            
             
               Enlarg'd
               the
               griefs
               are
               of
               my
               heart
               :
            
             
               me
               from
               distresse
               relieve
               .
            
             
               See
               mine
               affliction
               ,
               and
               my
               pain
               ,
            
             
               and
               all
               my
               sins
               forgive
               .
            
          
           
             
               Consider
               thou
               mine
               enemies
               ,
            
             
               because
               they
               many
               are
               ;
            
             
               And
               it
               a
               cruell
               hatred
               is
               ,
            
             
               which
               they
               against
               me
               beare
               .
            
             
               O
               do
               thou
               keep
               my
               soul
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
            
             
               do
               thou
               deliver
               me
               :
            
             
               Let
               me
               not
               be
               asham'd
               ,
               for
               I
            
             
               do
               put
               my
               trust
               in
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               let
               integritie
               and
               truth
            
             
               keep
               me
               ,
               who
               thee
               attend
               .
            
             
               Redemption
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               to
               Israel
            
             
               from
               all
               his
               troubles
               send
               ,
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXVI
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             JUdge
             me
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             for
             I
             have
             walkt
          
           
             in
             mine
             integrity
             :
          
           
             I
             trusted
             also
             in
             the
             Lord
             ;
          
           
           
             slide
             therefore
             shall
             not
             I.
          
           
             Examine
             me
             ,
             and
             do
             me
             prove
             ;
          
           
             try
             heart
             and
             reins
             ,
             O
             God.
          
           
             For
             thy
             love
             is
             before
             mine
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             thy
             truths
             paths
             I
             have
             trod
          
        
         
           
             With
             persons
             vain
             I
             have
             not
             sat
             ,
          
           
             nor
             with
             dissemblers
             gone
             .
          
           
             Th'
             assembly
             of
             ill
             men
             I
             hate
             :
          
           
             to
             sit
             with
             such
             I
             shun
             .
          
           
             Mine
             hands
             in
             innocence
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             wash
             and
             purify
             :
          
           
             So
             to
             thine
             holy
             altar
             go
          
           
             and
             compasse
             it
             will
             I.
             
          
        
         
           
             That
             I
             ,
             with
             voice
             of
             thanksgiving
             ,
          
           
             may
             publish
             and
             declare
             ,
          
           
             And
             tell
             of
             all
             thy
             mighty
             works
             ,
          
           
             that
             great
             and
             wondrous
             are
             .
          
           
             The
             habitation
             of
             thy
             house
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             I
             have
             loved
             well
             ,
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             in
             that
             place
             I
             do
             delight
             ,
          
           
             where
             doth
             thine
             honour
             dwell
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             sinners
             gather
             not
             my
             soul
             ,
          
           
             and
             such
             as
             bloud
             would
             spill
             :
          
           
             Whose
             hands
             mischievous
             plots
             ,
             right
             hand
          
           
             corrupting
             bribes
             do
             fill
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             for
             me
             ,
             I
             will
             walk
             on
          
           
             in
             mine
             integritie
             :
          
           
             Do
             thou
             redeem
             me
             ,
             and
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             be
             mercifull
             to
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             foot
             upon
             an
             even
             place
          
           
             doth
             stand
             with
             stedfastnesse
             :
          
           
           
             Within
             the
             congregations
          
           
             th'
             Eternall
             I
             will
             blesse
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXVII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             THe
             Lord
             's
             my
             light
             ,
             and
             saving
             health
             ,
          
           
             who
             shall
             make
             me
             dismaid
             ?
          
           
             My
             lifes
             strength
             is
             the
             Lord
             ,
             of
             whom
          
           
             then
             shall
             I
             be
             afraid
             ?
          
           
             When
             as
             mine
             enemies
             and
             foes
             ,
          
           
             most
             wicked
             persons
             all
             ,
          
           
             To
             eat
             my
             flesh
             against
             me
             rose
             ,
          
           
             they
             stumbled
             and
             did
             fall
             .
          
        
         
           
             Against
             me
             though
             an
             host
             encamp
             ,
          
           
             my
             heart
             yet
             fearlesse
             is
             :
          
           
             Though
             war
             against
             me
             rise
             ,
             I
             will
          
           
             be
             confident
             in
             this
             .
          
           
             One
             thing
             I
             of
             the
             Lord
             desir'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             will
             seek
             to
             obtain
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             dayes
             of
             my
             life
             I
             may
          
           
             within
             Gods
             house
             remain
             ,
          
        
         
           
             That
             I
             the
             beauty
             of
             the
             Lord
          
           
             behold
             may
             and
             admire
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             I
             in
             his
             holy
             place
          
           
             may
             reverently
             enquire
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             ,
             in
             his
             pavilion
             ,
             shall
          
           
             me
             hide
             in
             evill
             dayes
             :
          
           
             In
             secret
             of
             his
             tent
             me
             hide
             ,
          
           
             and
             on
             a
             rock
             me
             raise
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             now
             ,
             ev'n
             at
             this
             present
             time
             ,
          
           
           
             mine
             head
             shall
             lifted
             be
          
           
             Above
             all
             those
             that
             be
             my
             foes
             ,
          
           
             and
             round
             encompasse
             me
             :
          
           
             Therefore
             unto
             his
             tabernacle
          
           
             I
             'le
             sacrifices
             bring
          
           
             Of
             joyfulnesse
             ,
             I
             'le
             sing
             ,
             yea
             ,
             I
          
           
             to
             God
             will
             praises
             sing
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             give
             ear
             unto
             my
             voice
             ,
          
           
             when
             I
             do
             cry
             to
             thee
             :
          
           
             Upon
             me
             also
             mercy
             have
             ,
          
           
             and
             do
             thou
             answer
             me
             .
          
           
             When
             thou
             didst
             say
             ,
             seek
             ye
             my
             face
             ,
          
           
             then
             unto
             thee
             reply
          
           
             Thus
             did
             my
             heart
             ,
             above
             all
             things
          
           
             Thy
             face
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             seek
             will
             I.
             
          
        
         
           
             Far
             from
             me
             hide
             not
             thou
             thy
             face
             ,
          
           
             put
             not
             away
             from
             thee
          
           
             Thy
             servant
             in
             thy
             wrath
             :
             thou
             hast
          
           
             an
             helper
             been
             to
             me
             :
          
           
             O
             God
             of
             my
             salvation
             ,
          
           
             leave
             me
             not
             ,
             nor
             forsake
             .
          
           
             Though
             me
             my
             parents
             both
             should
             leave
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lord
             will
             me
             up
             take
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             instruct
             me
             in
             thy
             way
             ,
          
           
             to
             me
             a
             leader
             be
          
           
             In
             a
             plain
             path
             ,
             because
             of
             those
          
           
             that
             hatred
             bear
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             Give
             me
             not
             to
             mine
             enemies
             will
             :
          
           
             for
             witnesses
             ,
             that
             lie
             ,
          
           
             Against
             me
             risen
             are
             ,
             and
             such
          
           
             as
             breath
             our
             crueltie
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             I
             fainted
             had
             ,
             unlesse
             that
             I
          
           
             believed
             had
             ,
             to
             see
          
           
             The
             Lords
             own
             goodnesse
             in
             the
             land
          
           
             of
             them
             that
             living
             be
             .
          
           
             Wait
             on
             the
             Lord
             :
             and
             be
             thou
             strong
             ,
          
           
             and
             he
             shall
             strength
             afford
          
           
             Unto
             thine
             heart
             :
             yea
             ,
             do
             thou
             wait
             ,
          
           
             I
             say
             ,
             upon
             the
             Lord.
             
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXVIII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             TO
             thee
             I
             'le
             cry
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             my
             rock
             ,
          
           
             hold
             not
             thy
             peace
             to
             me
             :
          
           
             Lest
             ,
             like
             those
             that
             to
             pit
             descend
             ,
          
           
             I
             by
             thy
             silence
             be
             .
          
           
             The
             voice
             hear
             of
             my
             humble
             pray'rs
             ,
          
           
             when
             unto
             thee
             I
             cry
             :
          
           
             When
             to
             thy
             holy
             oracle
          
           
             I
             lift
             mine
             hands
             on
             hy
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             ill
             men
             draw
             me
             not
             away
             ,
          
           
             that
             work
             iniquity
             :
          
           
             That
             speak
             peace
             to
             their
             friends
             ,
             while
             in
          
           
             their
             hearts
             doth
             mischief
             ly
             .
          
           
             Give
             them
             according
             to
             their
             deeds
             ,
          
           
             and
             ills
             endeavoured
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             as
             their
             handie-works
             deserve
             ,
          
           
             to
             them
             be
             rendered
             .
          
        
         
           
             God
             shall
             not
             build
             ,
             but
             them
             destroy
          
           
             who
             would
             not
             understand
          
           
             The
             Lords
             own
             works
             ,
             nor
             did
             regard
          
           
             the
             doing
             of
             his
             hand
             .
          
           
           
             For
             ever
             blessed
             be
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             for
             graciously
             he
             heard
          
           
             The
             voice
             of
             my
             petitions
             ,
          
           
             and
             prayers
             did
             regard
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             's
             my
             strength
             and
             shield
             ,
             my
             heart
          
           
             upon
             him
             did
             rely
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             am
             helped
             ,
             hence
             my
             heart
          
           
             doth
             joy
             exceedingly
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             my
             song
             I
             will
             him
             praise
             .
          
           
             Their
             strength
             is
             God
             alone
             :
          
           
             He
             also
             is
             the
             saving
             strength
          
           
             of
             his
             anointed
             One.
             
          
        
         
           
             O
             thine
             own
             people
             do
             thou
             save
             ,
          
           
             blesse
             thine
             inheritance
             :
          
           
             Them
             also
             do
             thou
             feed
             ,
             and
             them
          
           
             for
             evermore
             advance
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXIX
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             GIve
             ye
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
             ye
             sons
          
           
             that
             of
             the
             mighty
             be
             ,
          
           
             All
             strength
             and
             glory
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             with
             cheerfulnesse
             give
             ye
             .
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Lord
             the
             glory
             give
             ,
          
           
             that
             to
             his
             Name
             is
             due
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             beautie
             of
             holinesse
             ,
          
           
             unto
             Jehovah
             bow
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lords
             voice
             on
             the
             waters
             is
             :
          
           
             the
             God
             of
             majestie
          
           
             Doth
             thunder
             ,
             and
             on
             multitudes
          
           
           
             of
             waters
             sitteth
             He.
          
           
             A
             pow'rfull
             voice
             it
             is
             ,
             that
             comes
          
           
             out
             from
             the
             Lord
             most
             hie
             ;
          
           
             The
             voice
             of
             that
             great
             Lord
             is
             full
          
           
             of
             glorious
             majestie
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             voice
             of
             the
             Eternall
             doth
          
           
             asunder
             cedars
             tear
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             God
             the
             Lord
             doth
             cedars
             break
          
           
             that
             Lebanon
             doth
             bear
             .
          
           
             He
             makes
             them
             like
             a
             calf
             to
             skip
             :
          
           
             ev'n
             that
             great
             Lebanon
             ,
          
           
             And
             like
             to
             a
             young
             unicorn
          
           
             the
             mountain
             Sirion
             .
          
        
         
           
             Gods
             voice
             divides
             the
             flames
             of
             fire
             :
          
           
             The
             desert
             it
             doth
             shake
             :
          
           
             The
             Lord
             doth
             make
             the
             wildernesse
          
           
             of
             Kadesh
             ,
             all
             to
             quake
             .
          
           
             Gods
             voice
             doth
             make
             the
             hindes
             to
             calve
             ;
          
           
             it
             makes
             the
             forrests
             bare
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             Temple
             every
             one
          
           
             his
             glory
             doth
             declare
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             sits
             on
             the
             flouds
             :
             the
             Lord
          
           
             sits
             King
             ,
             and
             ever
             shall
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             will
             give
             his
             people
             strength
             ,
          
           
             and
             with
             peace
             blesse
             them
             all
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXX
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           and
           song
           at
           the
           dedication
           of
           the
           house
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             LOrd
             ,
             I
             will
             thee
             extoll
             ,
             for
             thou
          
           
             hast
             lifted
             me
             on
             hie
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             over
             me
             thou
             to
             rejoyce
          
           
             mad'st
             not
             mine
             enemie
             .
          
           
             O
             thou
             who
             art
             the
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
          
           
             I
             in
             distresse
             to
             thee
          
           
             With
             loud
             crys
             lifted
             up
             my
             voice
             ,
          
           
             and
             thou
             hast
             healed
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             my
             soul
             thou
             hast
             brought
             up
             ,
          
           
             and
             rescu'd
             from
             the
             grave
             :
          
           
             That
             I
             to
             pit
             should
             not
             go
             down
             ,
          
           
             alive
             thou
             didst
             me
             save
             .
          
           
             O
             ye
             that
             are
             his
             holy
             ones
             ,
          
           
             sing
             praise
             unto
             the
             Lord
             :
          
           
             And
             give
             unto
             him
             thanks
             ,
             when
             you
          
           
             his
             holinesse
             record
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             ,
             but
             a
             moment
             lasts
             his
             wrath
             ;
          
           
             life
             in
             his
             favour
             lyes
             :
          
           
             Weeping
             may
             for
             a
             night
             endure
             ,
          
           
             at
             morn
             doth
             joy
             arise
             .
          
           
             In
             my
             prosperitie
             ,
             I
             said
             ,
          
           
             that
             nothing
             shall
             me
             move
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             thou
             hast
             my
             mountain
             made
          
           
             to
             stand
             strong
             by
             thy
             love
             :
          
        
         
           
             But
             when
             that
             thou
             ,
             O
             gracious
             God
             ,
          
           
             didst
             hide
             thy
             face
             from
             me
             ,
          
           
             Then
             quickly
             was
             my
             prosperous
             state
             ,
          
           
             turn'd
             into
             miserie
             .
          
           
             Wherefore
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
             my
             cry
          
           
             I
             caused
             to
             ascend
             :
          
           
             My
             humble
             supplication
             ,
          
           
             I
             to
             the
             Lord
             did
             send
             .
          
        
         
           
             What
             profit
             is
             there
             in
             my
             bloud
             ,
          
           
           
             when
             I
             go
             down
             to
             pit
             ?
          
           
             Shall
             unto
             thee
             the
             dust
             give
             praise
             ?
          
           
             thy
             truth
             declare
             shall
             it
             ?
          
           
             Hear
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             have
             mercy
             ,
             help
             me
             ,
             Lord.
          
           
             From
             me
             thou
             turn'd
             my
             sadnesse
             ,
          
           
             To
             dancing
             :
             yea
             ,
             my
             sackcloth
             loos'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             girded
             me
             with
             gladnesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             That
             sing
             thy
             praise
             my
             glory
             may
             ,
          
           
             and
             never
             silent
             be
             :
          
           
             O
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
             for
             evermore
          
           
             I
             will
             give
             thanks
             to
             thee
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXXI
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             IN
             thee
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             I
             put
             my
             trust
             ,
          
           
             sham'd
             let
             me
             never
             be
             :
          
           
             According
             to
             thy
             righteousnesse
             ,
          
           
             do
             thou
             deliver
             me
             .
          
           
             Bow
             down
             thine
             ear
             to
             me
             ,
             with
             speed
          
           
             send
             me
             deliverance
             :
          
           
             To
             save
             me
             ,
             my
             strong
             rock
             be
             thou
             ,
          
           
             and
             my
             house
             of
             defence
             .
          
        
         
           
             Because
             thou
             art
             my
             rock
             ,
             and
             thee
          
           
             I
             for
             my
             fortresse
             take
             :
          
           
             Therefore
             do
             thou
             me
             lead
             and
             guide
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             for
             thine
             own
             Names
             sake
             .
          
           
             And
             sith
             thou
             art
             my
             strength
             ,
             therefore
          
           
             pull
             me
             out
             of
             the
             net
             ,
          
           
             Which
             they
             in
             subtiltie
             for
             me
          
           
             so
             privily
             have
             set
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Into
             thine
             hands
             ,
             I
             do
             commit
          
           
             my
             sp'rit
             :
             for
             thou
             art
             he
             ,
          
           
             O
             thou
             Jehovah
             ,
             God
             of
             truth
             ,
          
           
             that
             hast
             redeemed
             me
             .
          
           
             Those
             that
             do
             lying
             vanities
          
           
             regard
             ,
             I
             have
             abhor'd
             :
          
           
             But
             as
             for
             me
             ,
             my
             confidence
          
           
             is
             fixed
             on
             the
             Lord.
             
          
        
         
           
             I
             'le
             in
             thy
             mercy
             gladly
             joy
             :
          
           
             for
             thou
             ,
             my
             miseries
          
           
             Considered
             hast
             ;
             thou
             hast
             my
             soul
          
           
             known
             in
             adversities
             ;
          
           
             And
             thou
             hast
             not
             inclosed
             me
          
           
             within
             the
             enemies
             hand
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             thee
             have
             my
             feet
             been
             made
          
           
             in
             a
             large
             room
             to
             stand
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             upon
             me
             mercy
             have
             ,
          
           
             for
             trouble
             is
             on
             me
             ;
          
           
             Mine
             eye
             ,
             my
             belly
             ,
             and
             my
             soul
          
           
             with
             grief
             consumed
             be
             .
          
           
             Because
             my
             life
             with
             grief
             is
             spent
             ,
          
           
             my
             years
             with
             sighs
             and
             grones
             :
          
           
             My
             strength
             doth
             fail
             ;
             and
             for
             my
             sin
          
           
             consumed
             are
             my
             bones
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             was
             a
             scorn
             to
             all
             my
             foes
             ,
          
           
             and
             to
             my
             friends
             a
             fear
             :
          
           
             And
             specially
             reproacht
             of
             those
          
           
             that
             were
             my
             neighbours
             near
             :
          
           
             When
             they
             me
             saw
             ,
             they
             from
             me
             fled
             .
          
           
             Ev'n
             so
             I
             am
             forgot
             ,
          
           
             As
             men
             are
             out
             of
             minde
             ,
             when
             dead
             :
          
           
             I
             'm
             like
             a
             broken
             pot
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             For
             slanders
             I
             of
             many
             hear'd
             ,
          
           
             fear
             compast
             me
             ,
             while
             they
          
           
             Against
             me
             did
             consult
             and
             plot
             ,
          
           
             to
             take
             my
             life
             away
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             for
             me
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             my
             trust
             ,
          
           
             upon
             thee
             I
             did
             lay
             :
          
           
             And
             I
             to
             thee
             ,
             thou
             art
             my
             God
             ,
          
           
             did
             confidently
             say
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             times
             are
             wholly
             in
             thine
             hand
             :
          
           
             do
             thou
             deliver
             me
          
           
             From
             their
             hands
             ,
             that
             mine
             enemies
          
           
             and
             persecuters
             be
             .
          
           
             Thy
             countenance
             to
             shine
             ,
             do
             thou
          
           
             upon
             thy
             servant
             make
             :
          
           
             Unto
             me
             give
             salvation
             ,
          
           
             for
             thy
             great
             mercies
             sake
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             me
             not
             be
             asham'd
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             for
             on
             thee
             call'd
             I
             have
             :
          
           
             Let
             wicked
             men
             be
             sham'd
             ,
             let
             them
          
           
             be
             silent
             in
             the
             grave
             .
          
           
             To
             silence
             put
             the
             lying
             lips
             :
          
           
             that
             grievous
             things
             do
             say
             ,
          
           
             And
             hard
             reports
             ,
             in
             pride
             and
             scorn
             ,
          
           
             on
             righteous
             men
             do
             lay
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             great
             's
             the
             goodnesse
             thou
             for
             them
          
           
             that
             fear
             thee
             keepst
             in
             store
             ;
          
           
             And
             wroughtst
             for
             them
             that
             trust
             in
             thee
             ,
          
           
             the
             sons
             of
             men
             before
             !
          
           
             In
             secret
             of
             thy
             presence
             ,
             thou
          
           
             shalt
             hide
             them
             from
             mans
             pride
             :
          
           
             From
             strife
             of
             tongues
             ,
             thou
             closely
             shalt
             ,
          
           
             as
             in
             a
             tent
             ,
             them
             hide
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             All
             praise
             and
             thanks
             be
             to
             the
             Lord
             ;
          
           
             for
             he
             hath
             magnify'd
          
           
             His
             wondrous
             love
             to
             me
             ,
             within
          
           
             a
             city
             fortify'd
             .
          
           
             For
             from
             thine
             eyes
             cut
             off
             I
             am
             ,
          
           
             (
             I
             in
             my
             haste
             had
             said
             )
          
           
             My
             voice
             yet
             heardst
             thou
             ,
             when
             to
             thee
          
           
             with
             cryes
             ,
             my
             moan
             I
             made
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             love
             the
             Lord
             ,
             all
             ye
             his
             saints
             :
          
           
             because
             the
             Lord
             doth
             guard
          
           
             The
             faithfull
             ,
             and
             he
             plenteously
          
           
             proud
             doers
             doth
             reward
             .
          
           
             Be
             of
             good
             courage
             ,
             and
             he
             strength
          
           
             unto
             your
             heart
             shall
             send
             ,
          
           
             All
             ye
             whose
             hope
             and
             confidence
          
           
             doth
             on
             the
             Lord
             depend
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL
             XXXII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
           Maschil
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Blessed
             is
             the
             man
             ,
             to
             whom
          
           
             is
             freely
             pardoned
          
           
             All
             the
             transgression
             he
             hath
             done
             ,
          
           
             whose
             sin
             is
             covered
             .
          
           
             Blest
             is
             the
             man
             ,
             to
             whom
             the
             Lord
          
           
             imputeth
             not
             his
             sin
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             whose
             sp'rit
             there
             is
             no
             guile
             ,
          
           
             nor
             fraud
             is
             found
             therein
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             as
             I
             did
             refrain
             my
             speech
             ,
          
           
             and
             silent
             was
             my
             tongue
             ,
          
           
             My
             bones
             then
             waxed
             old
             ,
             because
          
           
             I
             roared
             all
             day
             long
             .
          
           
           
             For
             ,
             upon
             me
             both
             day
             and
             night
             ,
          
           
             thine
             hand
             did
             heavie
             ly
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             my
             moisture
             turned
             is
          
           
             in
             summers
             drought
             thereby
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             thereupon
             have
             unto
             thee
          
           
             my
             sin
             acknowledged
             ,
          
           
             And
             likewise
             mine
             iniquitie
             ,
          
           
             I
             have
             not
             covered
             :
          
           
             I
             will
             confesse
             unto
             the
             Lord
          
           
             my
             trespasses
             ,
             said
             I
             ;
          
           
             And
             of
             my
             sin
             ,
             thou
             freely
             didst
          
           
             forgive
             th'iniquity
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             this
             ,
             shall
             every
             godly
             one
             ,
          
           
             his
             prayer
             make
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
             In
             such
             a
             time
             he
             shall
             thee
             seek
             ,
          
           
             as
             found
             thou
             mayest
             be
             .
          
           
             Surely
             ,
             when
             flouds
             of
             waters
             great
             ,
          
           
             do
             swell
             up
             to
             the
             brim
             ,
          
           
             They
             shall
             not
             over-whelm
             his
             soul
             ,
          
           
             nor
             once
             come
             near
             to
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             art
             my
             hiding-place
             ,
             thou
             shalt
          
           
             from
             trouble
             keep
             me
             free
             :
          
           
             Thou
             ,
             with
             songs
             of
             deliverance
             ,
          
           
             about
             shalt
             compasse
             me
             .
          
           
             I
             will
             instruct
             thee
             ,
             and
             thee
             teach
          
           
             the
             way
             that
             thou
             shalt
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             with
             mine
             eye
             upon
             thee
             set
             ,
          
           
             I
             will
             direction
             show
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             be
             not
             like
             the
             horse
             ,
             or
             mule
             ,
          
           
             which
             do
             not
             understand
             :
          
           
             Whose
             mouth
             ,
             lest
             they
             come
             near
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
           
             a
             bridle
             must
             command
             .
          
           
             Unto
             the
             man
             that
             wicked
             is
             ,
          
           
             his
             sorrows
             shall
             abound
             :
          
           
             But
             him
             that
             trusteth
             in
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             mercy
             shall
             compasse
             round
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ye
             righteous
             ,
             in
             the
             Lord
             be
             glad
             ,
          
           
             in
             him
             do
             ye
             rejoyce
             :
          
           
             All
             ye
             that
             upright
             are
             in
             heart
             ,
          
           
             for
             joy
             lift
             up
             your
             voyce
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           XXXIII
           .
        
         
           
             YE
             righteous
             in
             the
             Lord
             rejoyce
             :
          
           
             it
             comely
             is
             ,
             and
             right
             ,
          
           
             That
             upright
             men
             with
             thankfull
             voyce
             ,
          
           
             should
             praise
             the
             Lord
             of
             might
             .
          
           
             Praise
             God
             with
             harp
             :
             and
             unto
             him
          
           
             sing
             with
             the
             psalterie
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             a
             ten-string'd
             instrument
          
           
             make
             ye
             sweet
             melodie
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             new
             song
             to
             him
             sing
             ,
             and
             play
          
           
             with
             loud
             noise
             skilfully
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             right
             is
             Gods
             word
             ,
             all
             his
             works
          
           
             are
             done
             in
             verity
             .
          
           
             To
             judgement
             ,
             and
             to
             righteousnesse
             ,
          
           
             a
             love
             He
             beareth
             still
             :
          
           
             The
             loving
             kindnesse
             of
             the
             Lord
          
           
             the
             earth
             throughout
             doth
             fill
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             heavens
             by
             the
             word
             of
             God
             ,
          
           
             did
             their
             beginning
             take
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             breathing
             of
             his
             mouth
             ,
          
           
             He
             all
             their
             hosts
             did
             make
             .
          
           
           
             The
             waters
             of
             the
             seas
             He
             brings
          
           
             together
             as
             an
             heap
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             store-houses
             ,
             as
             it
             were
             ,
          
           
             He
             layeth
             up
             the
             depth
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             earth
             ,
             and
             all
             that
             live
             therein
             ,
          
           
             with
             reverence
             fear
             the
             Lord
             :
          
           
             Let
             all
             the
             worlds
             inhabitants
          
           
             dread
             him
             with
             one
             accord
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             did
             speak
             the
             word
             ,
             and
             done
          
           
             it
             was
             ,
             without
             delay
             ;
          
           
             Established
             ,
             it
             firmly
             stood
          
           
             whatever
             he
             did
             say
             .
          
        
         
           
             God
             doth
             the
             counsel
             bring
             to
             nought
             ,
          
           
             which
             heathen
             folk
             do
             take
             :
          
           
             And
             what
             the
             people
             do
             devise
             ,
          
           
             of
             none
             effect
             doth
             make
             .
          
           
             O!
             but
             the
             counsel
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             doth
             stand
             for
             ever
             sure
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             heart
             the
             purposes
             ,
          
           
             from
             age
             to
             age
             endure
             .
          
        
         
           
             That
             nation
             blessed
             is
             ,
             whose
             God
          
           
             Jehovah
             is
             :
             and
             those
          
           
             A
             blessed
             people
             are
             ,
             whom
             for
          
           
             his
             heritage
             he
             chose
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             from
             heav'n
             sees
             ,
             and
             beholds
          
           
             all
             sons
             of
             men
             full
             well
             .
          
           
             He
             views
             all
             from
             his
             dwelling
             place
             ,
          
           
             that
             in
             the
             earth
             do
             dwell
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             forms
             their
             hearts
             alike
             :
             and
             all
          
           
             their
             doings
             he
             observes
             .
          
           
             Great
             hosts
             save
             not
             a
             King
             :
             much
             strength
             ,
          
           
           
             no
             mighty
             man
             preserves
             .
          
           
             An
             horse
             for
             preservation
             ,
          
           
             is
             a
             deceitfull
             thing
             :
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             greatnesse
             of
             his
             strength
             ,
          
           
             can
             no
             deliverance
             bring
             .
          
        
         
           
             Behold
             ,
             on
             those
             that
             do
             him
             fear
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lord
             doth
             set
             his
             eye
             :
          
           
             Ev'n
             those
             ,
             who
             on
             his
             mercy
             do
          
           
             with
             confidence
             rely
             .
          
           
             From
             death
             to
             free
             their
             soul
             ,
             in
             dearth
             ,
          
           
             life
             unto
             them
             to
             yeeld
             .
          
           
             Our
             soul
             doth
             wait
             upon
             the
             Lord
             :
          
           
             he
             is
             our
             help
             and
             shield
             .
          
        
         
           
             Sith
             in
             his
             holy
             Name
             we
             trust
             ,
          
           
             our
             heart
             shall
             joyfull
             be
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             let
             thy
             mercy
             be
             on
             us
             ,
          
           
             as
             we
             do
             hope
             in
             thee
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXXIV
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           ,
           when
           he
           changed
           his
           behaviour
           before
           Abimelech
           :
           who
           drove
           him
           away
           ,
           and
           he
           departed
           .
        
         
           
             GOd
             will
             I
             blesse
             all
             times
             :
             his
             praise
          
           
             my
             mouth
             shall
             still
             expresse
             .
          
           
             My
             soul
             shall
             boast
             in
             God
             :
             the
             meek
          
           
             shall
             hear
             with
             joyfulnesse
             .
          
           
             Extoll
             the
             Lord
             with
             me
             ,
             let
             us
          
           
             exalt
             his
             Name
             together
             .
          
           
             I
             sought
             the
             Lord
             ,
             he
             heard
             ,
             and
             did
          
           
             me
             from
             all
             fears
             deliver
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             They
             look'd
             to
             him
             ,
             and
             lightned
             were
             :
          
           
             not
             shamed
             were
             their
             faces
             .
          
           
             This
             poor
             man
             cry'd
             ,
             God
             heard
             ,
             and
             sav'd
          
           
             him
             from
             all
             his
             distresses
             .
          
           
             The
             angel
             of
             the
             Lord
             encamps
             ,
          
           
             and
             round
             encompasseth
          
           
             All
             those
             about
             that
             do
             him
             fear
             ,
          
           
             and
             them
             delivereth
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             taste
             and
             see
             ,
             that
             God
             is
             good
             :
          
           
             who
             trusts
             in
             him
             is
             blest
             .
          
           
             Fear
             God
             his
             saints
             :
             none
             that
             him
             fear
          
           
             shall
             be
             with
             want
             opprest
             .
          
           
             The
             lions
             young
             may
             hungry
             be
             ,
          
           
             and
             they
             may
             lack
             their
             food
             :
          
           
             But
             they
             that
             truly
             seek
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             shall
             not
             lack
             any
             good
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             children
             ,
             hither
             do
             ye
             come
             ,
          
           
             and
             unto
             me
             give
             ear
             :
          
           
             I
             shall
             you
             teach
             to
             understand
          
           
             how
             ye
             the
             Lord
             should
             fear
             .
          
           
             What
             man
             is
             he
             that
             life
             desires
             ,
          
           
             to
             see
             good
             would
             live
             long
             ?
          
           
             Thy
             lips
             refrain
             from
             speaking
             guile
             ,
          
           
             and
             from
             ill
             words
             thy
             tongue
             .
          
        
         
           
             Depart
             from
             ill
             ,
             do
             good
             ;
             seek
             peace
             ,
          
           
             pursue
             it
             earnestly
             .
          
           
             Gods
             eyes
             are
             on
             the
             just
             ;
             his
             ears
          
           
             are
             open
             to
             their
             cry
             .
          
           
             The
             face
             of
             God
             is
             set
             against
          
           
             those
             that
             do
             wickedly
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             may
             quite
             out
             from
             the
             earth
          
           
             cut
             off
             their
             memory
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             righteous
             cry
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             he
             unto
             them
             gives
             ear
             ;
          
           
             And
             they
             ,
             out
             of
             their
             troubles
             all
             ,
          
           
             by
             him
             delivered
             are
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             is
             ever
             nigh
             to
             them
          
           
             that
             be
             of
             broken
             sp'rit
             :
          
           
             To
             them
             he
             safetie
             doth
             afford
             ,
          
           
             that
             are
             in
             heart
             contrite
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             troubles
             that
             afflict
             the
             just
             ,
          
           
             in
             number
             many
             be
             :
          
           
             But
             yet
             at
             length
             ,
             out
             of
             them
             all
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lord
             doth
             set
             them
             free
             .
          
           
             He
             carefully
             his
             bones
             doth
             keep
             ,
          
           
             what
             ever
             can
             befall
             ;
          
           
             That
             not
             so
             much
             as
             one
             of
             them
          
           
             can
             broken
             be
             at
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ill
             shall
             the
             wicked
             slay
             :
             laid
             waste
          
           
             shall
             be
             ,
             who
             hate
             the
             just
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             redeems
             his
             servants
             souls
             :
          
           
             none
             perish
             that
             him
             trust
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXXV
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             PLead
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             with
             those
             that
             plead
             ,
             and
             fight
          
           
             with
             those
             that
             fight
             with
             me
             .
          
           
             Of
             shield
             and
             buckler
             take
             thou
             hold
             ,
          
           
             stand
             up
             mine
             help
             to
             be
             .
          
           
             Draw
             also
             out
             the
             spear
             ,
             and
             do
          
           
             against
             them
             stop
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             That
             me
             pursue
             :
             unto
             my
             soul
             ,
          
           
             I
             'm
             thy
             salvation
             ,
             say
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Let
             them
             confounded
             be
             ,
             and
             sham'd
             ,
          
           
             that
             for
             my
             soul
             have
             sought
             :
          
           
             Who
             plot
             my
             hurt
             ,
             turn'd
             back
             be
             they
             ,
          
           
             and
             to
             confusion
             brought
             .
          
           
             Let
             them
             be
             like
             unto
             the
             chaff
             ,
          
           
             that
             flies
             before
             the
             winde
             :
          
           
             And
             let
             the
             angell
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             pursue
             them
             hard
             behinde
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             darknesse
             cover
             thou
             their
             way
             ,
          
           
             and
             let
             it
             slipperie
             prove
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             the
             angel
             of
             the
             Lord
          
           
             pursue
             them
             from
             above
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             without
             cause
             have
             they
             for
             me
          
           
             their
             net
             hid
             in
             a
             pit
             ,
          
           
             They
             also
             have
             without
             a
             cause
             ,
          
           
             for
             my
             soul
             digged
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             ruine
             seise
             him
             unawares
             ,
          
           
             his
             net
             he
             hid
             withall
          
           
             Himself
             ,
             let
             catch
             :
             and
             in
             the
             same
          
           
             destruction
             let
             him
             fall
             .
          
           
             My
             soul
             in
             God
             shall
             joy
             :
             and
             glad
          
           
             in
             his
             salvation
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             all
             my
             bones
             shall
             say
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             who
             is
             like
             unto
             thee
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Which
             dost
             the
             poor
             set
             free
             from
             him
          
           
             that
             is
             for
             him
             too
             strong
             ;
          
           
             The
             poor
             and
             needy
             from
             the
             man
          
           
             that
             spoils
             and
             does
             him
             wrong
             ?
          
           
             False
             witnesses
             rose
             ;
             to
             my
             charge
          
           
             things
             I
             not
             knew
             they
             laid
             .
          
           
             They
             ,
             to
             the
             spoiling
             of
             my
             soul
             ,
          
           
             me
             ill
             for
             good
             repay'd
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             But
             as
             for
             me
             ,
             when
             they
             were
             sick
             ,
          
           
             in
             sackcloth
             sad
             I
             mourn'd
             :
          
           
             My
             humbled
             soul
             did
             fast
             ,
             my
             pray'r
          
           
             into
             my
             bosome
             turn'd
             .
          
           
             My self
             I
             did
             behave
             ,
             as
             he
          
           
             had
             been
             my
             friend
             ,
             or
             brother
             :
          
           
             I
             heavily
             bow'd
             down
             ,
             as
             one
          
           
             that
             mourneth
             for
             his
             mother
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             in
             my
             trouble
             they
             rejoyc'd
             ,
          
           
             gathering
             themselves
             together
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             abjects
             vile
             ,
             together
             did
          
           
             themselves
             against
             me
             gather
             ;
          
           
             I
             knew
             it
             not
             ,
             they
             did
             me
             tear
             ,
          
           
             and
             quiet
             would
             not
             be
             .
          
           
             With
             mocking
             hypocrites
             ,
             at
             feasts
          
           
             they
             gnasht
             their
             teeth
             at
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             long
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             lookst
             thou
             on
             ?
             from
             those
          
           
             destructions
             they
             intend
          
           
             Rescue
             my
             soul
             ,
             from
             lions
             young
             ,
          
           
             my
             darling
             do
             defend
             .
          
           
             I
             will
             give
             thanks
             to
             thee
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             within
             th'
             assembly
             great
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             where
             much
             people
             gathered
             are
             ,
          
           
             thy
             praises
             forth
             will
             set
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             not
             my
             wrongfull
             enemies
          
           
             proudly
             rejoyce
             ov'r
             me
             :
          
           
             Nor
             ,
             who
             me
             hate
             without
             a
             cause
             ,
          
           
             let
             them
             wink
             with
             the
             eye
             .
          
           
             For
             peace
             they
             do
             not
             speak
             at
             all
             .
          
           
             but
             craftie
             plots
             prepare
          
           
             Against
             all
             those
             within
             the
             land
             ,
          
           
             that
             meek
             and
             quiet
             are
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             With
             mouths
             set
             wide
             ,
             they
             '
             gainst
             me
             said
             ,
          
           
             Ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             our
             eye
             doth
             see
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             thou
             hast
             seen
             ,
             hold
             not
             thy
             peace
             :
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             be
             not
             far
             from
             me
             .
          
           
             Stir
             up
             thy self
             ;
             wake
             ,
             that
             thou
             mayst
          
           
             judgement
             to
             me
             afford
             :
          
           
             Ev'n
             to
             my
             cause
             ,
             O
             thou
             that
             art
          
           
             my
             onely
             God
             and
             Lord.
             
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
             do
             thou
             me
             judge
          
           
             after
             thy
             righteousnesse
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             them
             not
             their
             joy
             '
             gainst
             me
          
           
             triumphantly
             expresse
             .
          
           
             Nor
             let
             them
             say
             within
             their
             hearts
             ,
          
           
             ah
             ,
             we
             would
             have
             it
             thus
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             suffer
             them
             to
             say
             ,
             that
             he
          
           
             is
             swallowed
             up
             by
             us
             .
          
        
         
           
             Sham'd
             and
             confounded
             be
             they
             all
          
           
             that
             at
             my
             hurt
             are
             glad
             :
          
           
             Let
             those
             against
             me
             that
             do
             boast
             ,
          
           
             with
             shame
             and
             scorn
             be
             clad
             ▪
          
           
             Let
             them
             that
             love
             my
             righteous
             cause
          
           
             be
             glad
             ,
             shout
             ,
             and
             not
             cease
          
           
             To
             say
             ,
             the
             Lord
             be
             magnify'd
             ,
          
           
             who
             loves
             his
             servants
             peace
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             righteousnesse
             shall
             also
             be
          
           
             declared
             by
             my
             tongue
             ,
          
           
             The
             praises
             that
             belong
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
             speak
             shall
             it
             all
             day
             long
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXXVI
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           ,
           the
           servant
           of
           the
           Lord.
           
        
         
           
             THe
             wicked
             mans
             transgression
             ,
          
           
             within
             my
             heart
             thus
             sayes
             ,
          
           
             Undoubtedly
             the
             fear
             of
             God
          
           
             is
             not
             before
             his
             eyes
             .
          
           
             Because
             himself
             he
             flattereth
          
           
             in
             his
             own
             blinded
             eye
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             the
             hatefulnesse
             be
             found
          
           
             of
             his
             iniquity
             .
          
        
         
           
             Words
             from
             his
             mouth
             proceeding
             ,
             are
          
           
             fraud
             and
             iniquity
             :
          
           
             He
             to
             be
             wise
             ,
             and
             to
             do
             good
             ,
          
           
             hath
             left
             off
             utterly
             .
          
           
             He
             mischief
             ,
             lying
             on
             his
             bed
             ,
          
           
             most
             cunningly
             doth
             plot
             ,
          
           
             He
             sets
             himself
             in
             ways
             not
             good
             ;
          
           
             ill
             he
             abhoreth
             not
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             mercy
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             is
             in
             the
             heaven
             ;
          
           
             thy
             truth
             doth
             reach
             the
             clouds
             .
          
           
             Thy
             justice
             is
             like
             mountains
             great
             ;
          
           
             thy
             judgements
             deep
             as
             flouds
             ;
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             thou
             preservest
             man
             and
             beast
             .
          
           
             How
             precious
             is
             thy
             grace
             !
          
           
             Therefore
             ,
             in
             shadow
             of
             thy
             wings
             ,
          
           
             mens
             sons
             their
             trust
             shall
             place
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             ,
             with
             the
             fatnesse
             of
             thy
             house
             ,
          
           
             shall
             be
             well
             satisfi'd
             :
          
           
           
             From
             rivers
             of
             thy
             pleasures
             ,
             thou
          
           
             wilt
             drink
             to
             them
             provide
             .
          
           
             Because
             of
             life
             the
             fountain
             pure
          
           
             remains
             alone
             with
             thee
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             that
             purest
             light
             of
             thine
             ,
          
           
             we
             clearly
             light
             shall
             see
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             loving
             kindnesse
             unto
             them
          
           
             continue
             that
             thee
             know
             ;
          
           
             And
             still
             on
             men
             upright
             in
             heart
             ,
          
           
             thy
             righteousnesse
             bestow
             .
          
           
             Let
             not
             the
             foot
             of
             cruell
             pride
          
           
             come
             ,
             and
             against
             me
             stand
             :
          
           
             And
             let
             me
             not
             removed
             be
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             by
             the
             wickeds
             hand
             .
          
        
         
           
             There
             fall'n
             are
             they
             ,
             and
             ruined
             ,
          
           
             that
             work
             iniquities
             :
          
           
             Cast
             down
             they
             are
             ,
             and
             never
             shall
          
           
             be
             able
             to
             arise
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXXVII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             FOr
             evill
             doers
             fret
             thou
             not
          
           
             thy self
             ,
             unquietly
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             do
             thou
             envy
             bear
             to
             those
          
           
             that
             work
             iniquity
             .
          
           
             For
             even
             like
             unto
             the
             grasse
             ,
          
           
             soon
             be
             cut
             down
             shall
             they
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             like
             the
             green
             and
             tender
             herb
             ,
          
           
             they
             wither
             shall
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             Set
             thou
             thy
             trust
             upon
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
           
             and
             be
             thou
             doing
             good
             .
          
           
             And
             so
             thou
             in
             the
             land
             shalt
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             and
             verily
             have
             food
             .
          
           
             Delight
             thy self
             in
             God
             hee
             'l
             give
          
           
             thine
             hearts
             desire
             to
             thee
             .
          
           
             Thy
             way
             to
             God
             commit
             ,
             him
             trust
             ,
          
           
             it
             bring
             to
             passe
             shall
             he
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             ,
             like
             unto
             the
             light
             ,
             he
             shall
          
           
             thy
             righteousnesse
             display
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             thy
             judgement
             shall
             bring
             forth
          
           
             like
             noon-tide
             of
             the
             day
             .
          
           
             Rest
             in
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             patiently
          
           
             wait
             for
             him
             :
             do
             not
             fret
          
           
             For
             him
             ,
             who
             prospering
             in
             his
             way
             ,
          
           
             successe
             in
             sin
             doth
             get
             .
          
        
         
           
             Do
             thou
             from
             anger
             cease
             ,
             and
             wrath
          
           
             see
             thou
             forsake
             also
             :
          
           
             Fret
             not
             thy self
             in
             any
             wise
             ,
          
           
             that
             evill
             thou
             should
             do
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             those
             that
             evill
             doers
             are
             ,
          
           
             shall
             be
             cut
             off
             and
             fall
             :
          
           
             But
             those
             that
             wait
             upon
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             the
             earth
             inherit
             shall
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             ,
             yet
             a
             little
             while
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             the
             wicked
             shall
             not
             be
             :
          
           
             His
             place
             thou
             shall
             consider
             well
             ,
          
           
             but
             it
             thou
             shalt
             not
             see
             .
          
           
             But
             ,
             by
             inheritance
             ,
             the
             earth
          
           
             the
             meek-ones
             shall
             possesse
             :
          
           
             They
             also
             shall
             delight
             themselves
          
           
             in
             an
             abundant
             peace
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             wicked
             plots
             against
             the
             just
             ,
          
           
             and
             at
             him
             whets
             his
             teeth
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             shall
             laugh
             at
             him
             ,
             because
          
           
             his
             day
             he
             coming
             seeth
             .
          
           
             The
             wicked
             have
             drawn
             out
             the
             sword
             ,
          
           
             and
             bent
             their
             bow
             ,
             to
             slay
          
           
             The
             poor
             and
             needy
             ,
             and
             to
             kill
          
           
             men
             of
             an
             upright
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             their
             own
             sword
             ,
             which
             they
             have
             drawn
             ,
          
           
             shall
             enter
             their
             own
             heart
             ,
          
           
             Their
             bows
             ,
             which
             they
             have
             bent
             ,
             shall
             break
             ,
          
           
             and
             into
             pieces
             part
             .
          
           
             A
             little
             that
             a
             just
             man
             hath
             ,
          
           
             is
             more
             ,
             and
             better
             far
          
           
             Then
             is
             the
             wealth
             of
             many
             such
          
           
             as
             lewd
             and
             wicked
             are
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             sinners
             arms
             shall
             broken
             be
             :
          
           
             but
             God
             the
             just
             sustains
             .
          
           
             God
             knows
             the
             just
             mans
             dayes
             ,
             and
             still
          
           
             their
             heritage
             remains
             .
          
           
             They
             shall
             not
             be
             asham'd
             ,
             when
             they
          
           
             the
             evill
             time
             do
             see
             :
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             dayes
             of
             famine
             are
             ,
          
           
             they
             satisfi'd
             shall
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             wicked
             men
             ,
             and
             foes
             of
             God
             ,
          
           
             as
             fat
             of
             lambs
             decay
             ,
          
           
             They
             shall
             consume
             ;
             yea
             ,
             into
             smoke
          
           
             they
             shall
             consume
             away
             .
          
           
             The
             wicked
             borrows
             ,
             but
             the
             same
          
           
             again
             he
             doth
             not
             pay
             :
          
           
             Whereas
             the
             righteous
             mercy
             shows
             ,
          
           
             and
             gives
             his
             own
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             For
             such
             as
             blessed
             be
             of
             him
             ,
          
           
             the
             earth
             inherit
             shall
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             they
             that
             cursed
             are
             of
             him
             ,
          
           
             shall
             be
             destroyed
             all
             .
          
           
             A
             good
             mans
             footsteps
             by
             the
             Lord
          
           
             are
             ordered
             aright
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             in
             the
             way
             wherein
             he
             walks
             ,
          
           
             he
             greatly
             doth
             delight
             .
          
        
         
           
             Although
             he
             fall
             ,
             yet
             shall
             he
             not
          
           
             be
             cast
             down
             utterly
             :
          
           
             Because
             the
             Lord
             with
             his
             own
             hand
          
           
             upholds
             him
             mightily
             .
          
           
             I
             have
             been
             young
             ,
             and
             now
             am
             old
             :
          
           
             yet
             have
             I
             never
             seen
          
           
             The
             just
             man
             left
             ,
             nor
             that
             his
             seed
          
           
             for
             bread
             have
             beggers
             been
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             's
             ever
             mercifull
             ,
             and
             lends
             :
          
           
             his
             seed
             is
             blest
             therefore
             .
          
           
             Depart
             from
             evill
             ,
             and
             do
             good
             :
          
           
             and
             dwell
             for
             evermore
             .
          
           
             For
             God
             loves
             judgement
             ,
             and
             his
             saints
          
           
             leaves
             not
             in
             any
             case
             ,
          
           
             They
             are
             kept
             ever
             :
             but
             cut
             off
          
           
             shall
             be
             the
             sinners
             race
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             just
             inherit
             shall
             the
             land
             ,
          
           
             and
             ever
             in
             it
             dwell
             .
          
           
             The
             just
             mans
             mouth
             doth
             wisedom
             speak
             :
          
           
             his
             tongue
             doth
             judgement
             tell
             .
          
           
             In
             's
             heart
             the
             Law
             is
             of
             his
             God
             ,
          
           
             his
             steps
             slide
             not
             away
             .
          
           
             The
             wicked
             man
             doth
             watch
             the
             just
             ,
          
           
             and
             seeketh
             him
             to
             slay
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Yet
             him
             the
             Lord
             will
             not
             forsake
             ,
          
           
             nor
             leave
             him
             in
             his
             hands
             ,
          
           
             The
             righteous
             will
             He
             not
             condemn
             ,
          
           
             when
             he
             in
             judgement
             stands
             ,
          
           
             Wait
             on
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             keep
             his
             way
             ,
          
           
             and
             thee
             exalt
             shall
             He
             ,
          
           
             Th'
             earth
             to
             inherit
             :
             when
             cut
             off
          
           
             the
             wicked
             thou
             shalt
             see
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             saw
             the
             wicked
             great
             in
             pow'r
             :
          
           
             spread
             like
             a
             green
             bay-tree
             .
          
           
             He
             past
             ,
             yea
             ,
             was
             not
             :
             him
             I
             sought
             ,
          
           
             but
             found
             he
             could
             not
             be
             .
          
           
             Mark
             thou
             the
             perfect
             ,
             and
             behold
          
           
             the
             man
             of
             uprightnesse
             :
          
           
             Because
             that
             surely
             of
             this
             man
          
           
             the
             latter
             end
             is
             peace
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             those
             men
             that
             transgressours
             are
             ,
          
           
             shall
             be
             destroy'd
             together
             ,
          
           
             The
             latter
             end
             of
             wicked
             men
          
           
             shall
             be
             cut
             off
             for
             ever
             .
          
           
             But
             the
             salvation
             of
             the
             just
          
           
             is
             from
             the
             Lord
             above
             ,
          
           
             He
             ,
             in
             the
             time
             of
             their
             distresse
             ,
          
           
             their
             stay
             and
             strength
             doth
             prove
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             shall
             help
             ,
             and
             them
             deliver
             :
          
           
             He
             shall
             them
             free
             and
             save
          
           
             From
             wicked
             men
             :
             because
             in
             him
          
           
             their
             confidence
             they
             have
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXXVIII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           to
           bring
           to
           remembrance
           .
        
         
           
             IN
             thy
             great
             indignation
             ,
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             rebuke
             me
             not
             :
          
           
             Nor
             on
             me
             lay
             thy
             chastning
             hand
             ,
          
           
             in
             thy
             displeasure
             hot
             .
          
           
             For
             in
             me
             fast
             thine
             arrows
             stick
             ,
          
           
             thine
             hand
             doth
             presse
             me
             sore
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             my
             flesh
             there
             is
             no
             health
          
           
             nor
             soundnesse
             any
             more
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             grief
             I
             have
             ,
             because
             thy
             wrath
          
           
             is
             forth
             against
             me
             gone
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             my
             bones
             there
             is
             no
             rest
             ,
          
           
             for
             sin
             that
             I
             have
             done
             .
          
           
             Because
             ,
             gone
             up
             above
             mine
             head
          
           
             my
             great
             transgressions
             be
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             as
             a
             weightie
             burden
             ,
             they
          
           
             too
             heavy
             are
             for
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             wounds
             do
             stink
             ,
             and
             are
             corrupt
             :
          
           
             my
             folly
             makes
             it
             so
             .
          
           
             I
             troubled
             am
             ,
             and
             much
             bow'd
             down
             ;
          
           
             all
             day
             I
             mourning
             go
             .
          
           
             For
             a
             disease
             that
             loathsome
             is
             ,
          
           
             so
             fills
             my
             loins
             with
             pain
             .
          
           
             That
             in
             my
             weak
             and
             wearie
             flesh
          
           
             no
             soundnesse
             doth
             remain
             .
          
        
         
           
             So
             feeble
             and
             infirm
             am
             I
             ,
          
           
             and
             broken
             am
             so
             sore
             ;
          
           
             That
             through
             disquiet
             of
             my
             heart
             ,
          
           
           
             I
             have
             been
             made
             to
             roare
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             all
             that
             I
             do
             desire
             ,
          
           
             is
             still
             before
             thine
             eye
             :
          
           
             And
             of
             my
             heart
             the
             secret
             groans
          
           
             not
             hidden
             are
             from
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             heart
             doth
             pant
             uncessantly
             ,
          
           
             my
             strength
             doth
             quite
             decay
             :
          
           
             As
             for
             mine
             eyes
             ,
             their
             wonted
             light
          
           
             is
             from
             me
             gone
             away
             .
          
           
             My
             lovers
             and
             my
             friends
             do
             stand
          
           
             at
             distance
             from
             my
             sore
             :
          
           
             And
             those
             do
             stand
             aloof
             ,
             that
             were
          
           
             kinsmen
             ,
             and
             kind
             before
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yea
             ,
             they
             that
             seek
             my
             life
             ,
             lay
             snares
             :
          
           
             who
             seek
             to
             do
             me
             wrong
          
           
             Speak
             things
             mischievous
             ,
             and
             deceits
          
           
             imagine
             all
             day
             long
             .
          
           
             But
             ,
             as
             one
             deaf
             ,
             that
             heareth
             not
             ,
          
           
             I
             suffered
             all
             to
             passe
             :
          
           
             I
             as
             a
             dumb
             man
             did
             become
             ,
          
           
             whose
             mouth
             not
             op'ned
             was
             .
          
        
         
           
             As
             one
             that
             hears
             not
             ,
             in
             whose
             mouth
          
           
             are
             no
             reproofs
             at
             all
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             I
             hope
             in
             thee
             ,
             my
             God
             ,
          
           
             thou
             'lt
             hear
             me
             when
             I
             call
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             said
             ,
             hear
             me
             ,
             lest
             they
             should
          
           
             rejoyce
             ov'r
             me
             ,
             with
             pride
             :
          
           
             And
             ov'r
             me
             magnifie
             themselves
             ,
          
           
             when
             as
             my
             foot
             doth
             slide
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             ,
             I
             am
             near
             to
             halt
             ,
             my
             grief
          
           
             is
             still
             before
             mine
             eye
             .
          
           
           
             For
             I
             'le
             declare
             my
             sin
             ;
             and
             grieve
          
           
             for
             mine
             iniquity
             .
          
           
             But
             yet
             mine
             enemies
             lively
             are
             ,
          
           
             and
             strong
             are
             they
             beside
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             they
             that
             hate
             me
             wrongfully
             ,
          
           
             are
             greatly
             multipli'de
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             they
             ,
             for
             good
             that
             render
             ill
             ,
          
           
             as
             enemies
             me
             withstood
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             ev'n
             for
             this
             ,
             because
             that
             I
          
           
             do
             follow
             what
             is
             good
             .
          
           
             Forsake
             me
             not
             ,
             O
             Lord
             :
             my
             God
             ,
          
           
             far
             from
             me
             never
             be
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             thou
             my
             salvation
             art
             ,
          
           
             haste
             to
             give
             help
             to
             me
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XXXIX
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           even
           to
           Jeduthun
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             I
             Said
             ,
             I
             will
             look
             to
             my
             wayes
             ,
          
           
             lest
             with
             my
             tongue
             I
             sin
             :
          
           
             In
             sight
             of
             wicked
             men
             ,
             my
             mouth
          
           
             with
             bridle
             I
             'le
             keep
             in
             .
          
           
             With
             silence
             ,
             I
             as
             dumb
             became
             ,
          
           
             I
             did
             my self
             restrain
          
           
             From
             speaking
             good
             ,
             but
             then
             the
             more
          
           
             increased
             was
             my
             pain
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             heart
             within
             me
             waxed
             hot
             ,
          
           
             and
             while
             I
             musing
             was
             ,
          
           
             The
             fire
             did
             burn
             :
             and
             from
             my
             tongue
          
           
             these
             words
             I
             did
             let
             passe
             .
          
           
             Mine
             end
             ,
             and
             measure
             of
             my
             dayes
             ,
          
           
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             unto
             me
             show
          
           
             What
             is
             the
             same
             :
             that
             I
             thereby
             ,
          
           
             my
             frailtie
             well
             may
             know
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lo
             ,
             thou
             my
             dayes
             an
             hand-bredth
             mad'st
             ,
          
           
             mine
             age
             is
             in
             thine
             eye
          
           
             As
             nothing
             :
             sure
             each
             man
             at
             best
          
           
             is
             wholly
             vanity
             .
          
           
             Sure
             ,
             each
             man
             walks
             in
             a
             vain
             show
             :
          
           
             they
             vex
             themselves
             in
             vain
             :
          
           
             He
             heaps
             up
             wealth
             ,
             and
             doth
             not
             know
          
           
             to
             whom
             it
             shall
             pertain
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             now
             ,
             O
             Lord.
             what
             wait
             I
             for
             ?
          
           
             my
             hope
             is
             fix'd
             on
             thee
             .
          
           
             Free
             me
             from
             all
             my
             trespasses
             ,
          
           
             the
             fools
             scorn
             make
             not
             me
             .
          
           
             Dumb
             was
             I
             ,
             opening
             not
             my
             mouth
             ,
          
           
             because
             this
             work
             was
             thine
             .
          
           
             Thy
             stroke
             take
             from
             me
             :
             by
             the
             blow
          
           
             of
             thine
             hand
             ,
             I
             do
             pine
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             with
             rebukes
             thou
             dost
             correct
          
           
             man
             ,
             for
             iniquity
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             wastes
             his
             beautie
             like
             a
             moth
             :
          
           
             sure
             each
             man's
             vanity
             .
          
           
             Attend
             my
             cry
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             at
             my
             tears
             ,
          
           
             and
             pray'rs
             ,
             not
             silent
             be
             :
          
           
             I
             sojourn
             as
             my
             fathers
             all
             ,
          
           
             and
             stranger
             am
             with
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             spare
             thou
             me
             ,
             that
             I
             my
             strength
          
           
             recover
             may
             again
             ,
          
           
             Before
             from
             hence
             I
             do
             depart
             ,
          
           
             and
             here
             no
             more
             remain
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             XL.
          
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             I
             Waited
             for
             the
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             patiently
             did
             bear
             ;
          
           
             At
             length
             to
             me
             he
             did
             incline
          
           
             my
             voice
             and
             cry
             to
             hear
             .
          
           
             He
             took
             me
             from
             a
             fearfull
             pit
             ,
          
           
             and
             from
             the
             myrie
             clay
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             a
             rock
             he
             set
             my
             feet
             ,
          
           
             establishing
             my
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             put
             a
             new
             song
             in
             my
             mouth
             ,
          
           
             our
             God
             to
             magnify
             :
          
           
             Many
             shall
             see
             it
             ,
             and
             shall
             fear
             ,
          
           
             and
             on
             the
             Lord
             rely
             .
          
           
             O
             blessed
             is
             the
             man
             whose
             trust
          
           
             upon
             the
             Lord
             relyes
             :
          
           
             Respecting
             not
             the
             proud
             ,
             nor
             such
          
           
             as
             turn
             aside
             to
             lies
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
             full
             many
             are
          
           
             the
             wonders
             thou
             hast
             done
             ;
          
           
             Thy
             gracious
             thoughts
             to
             us
             ward
             ,
             far
          
           
             above
             all
             thoughts
             ,
             are
             gone
             :
          
           
             In
             order
             none
             can
             reckon
             them
          
           
             to
             thee
             :
             if
             them
             declare
             ,
          
           
             And
             speak
             of
             them
             I
             would
             ,
             they
             moe
          
           
             then
             can
             be
             numbred
             are
             .
          
        
         
           
             No
             sacrifice
             ,
             nor
             offering
          
           
             didst
             thou
             at
             all
             desire
             ,
          
           
             Mine
             ears
             thou
             bor'd
             :
             sin-offring
             thou
             ,
          
           
           
             and
             burnt
             ,
             didst
             not
             require
             ,
          
           
             Then
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
             these
             were
             my
             words
             ,
          
           
             I
             come
             ,
             behold
             and
             see
             :
          
           
             Within
             the
             volume
             of
             thy
             Book
             ,
          
           
             it
             written
             is
             of
             me
             :
          
        
         
           
             To
             do
             thy
             will
             ,
             I
             take
             delight
             ,
          
           
             O
             thou
             my
             God
             that
             art
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             that
             most
             holy
             Law
             of
             thine
             ,
          
           
             I
             have
             within
             my
             heart
             .
          
           
             Within
             the
             congregation
             great
          
           
             I
             righteousnesse
             did
             preach
             :
          
           
             Lo
             ,
             thou
             dost
             know
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             that
             I
          
           
             refrained
             not
             my
             speech
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             never
             did
             within
             my
             heart
          
           
             conceal
             thy
             righteousnesse
             :
          
           
             I
             thy
             salvation
             have
             declar'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             shown
             thy
             faithfulnesse
             :
          
           
             Thy
             kindnesse
             ,
             which
             most
             loving
             is
             ,
          
           
             concealed
             have
             not
             I
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             from
             the
             congregation
             great
          
           
             have
             hid
             thy
             verity
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             tender
             mercies
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             from
             me
          
           
             O
             do
             thou
             not
             restrain
             :
          
           
             Thy
             loving
             kindnesse
             ,
             and
             thy
             truth
             ,
          
           
             let
             them
             me
             still
             maintain
             .
          
           
             For
             ills
             ,
             past
             reck'ning
             ,
             compasse
             me
             ,
          
           
             and
             mine
             iniquities
          
           
             Such
             hold
             upon
             me
             taken
             have
             ,
          
           
             I
             cannot
             lift
             mine
             eyes
             :
          
        
         
           
             They
             more
             then
             hairs
             are
             on
             mine
             head
             ,
          
           
             thence
             is
             my
             heart
             dismaid
             .
          
           
           
             Be
             pleased
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             to
             rescue
             me
             :
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             hasten
             to
             mine
             aid
             .
          
           
             Sham'd
             and
             confounded
             be
             they
             all
          
           
             that
             seek
             my
             soul
             to
             kill
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             let
             them
             backward
             driven
             be
             ,
          
           
             and
             sham'd
             that
             wish
             me
             ill
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             a
             reward
             of
             this
             their
             shame
             ,
          
           
             confounded
             let
             them
             be
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             this
             manner
             scoffing
             say
             ,
          
           
             Aha
             ,
             aha
             ,
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             In
             thee
             let
             all
             be
             glad
             ,
             and
             joy
             ,
          
           
             who
             seeking
             thee
             abide
             :
          
           
             Who
             thy
             salvation
             love
             ,
             say
             still
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lord
             be
             magnifi'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             'm
             poor
             and
             needy
             ,
             yet
             the
             Lord
          
           
             of
             me
             a
             care
             doth
             take
             :
          
           
             Thou
             art
             my
             help
             and
             Saviour
             ,
          
           
             my
             God
             ,
             no
             tarrying
             make
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XLI
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             BLessed
             is
             he
             that
             wisely
             doth
          
           
             the
             poor
             mans
             case
             consider
             ;
          
           
             For
             ,
             when
             the
             time
             of
             trouble
             is
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lord
             will
             him
             deliver
             .
          
           
             God
             will
             him
             keep
             ;
             yea
             ,
             save
             alive
             ,
          
           
             on
             earth
             he
             blest
             shall
             live
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             his
             enemies
             desire
             ,
          
           
             thou
             wilt
             him
             not
             up
             give
             .
          
        
         
           
             God
             will
             give
             strength
             ,
             when
             he
             on
             bed
          
           
           
             of
             languishing
             doth
             mourn
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             sicknesse
             sore
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             thou
             all
             his
             bed
             will
             turn
             .
          
           
             I
             said
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             do
             thou
             extend
          
           
             thy
             mercie
             unto
             me
             ;
          
           
             O
             do
             thou
             heal
             my
             soul
             ,
             for
             why
             ,
          
           
             I
             have
             offended
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Those
             that
             to
             me
             are
             enemies
             ,
          
           
             of
             me
             do
             evill
             say
             :
          
           
             When
             shall
             he
             die
             ,
             that
             so
             his
             name
          
           
             may
             perish
             quite
             away
             ?
          
           
             To
             see
             me
             if
             he
             comes
             ,
             he
             speaks
          
           
             vain
             words
             ;
             but
             then
             his
             heart
          
           
             Heaps
             mischief
             to
             it
             ,
             which
             he
             tells
             ,
          
           
             when
             forth
             he
             doth
             depart
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             haters
             ,
             joyntly
             whispering
             ,
          
           
             '
             gainst
             me
             ,
             my
             hurt
             devise
             .
          
           
             Mischief
             ,
             say
             they
             ,
             cleaves
             fast
             to
             him
             :
          
           
             he
             lyeth
             ,
             and
             shall
             not
             rise
             .
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             ev'n
             mine
             own
             familiar
             friend
             ,
          
           
             on
             whom
             I
             did
             rely
             ,
          
           
             Who
             ate
             my
             bread
             ,
             ev'n
             he
             his
             heel
          
           
             against
             me
             lifted
             hie
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             be
             mercifull
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             and
             up
             again
             me
             raise
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             may
             justly
             them
             requite
          
           
             according
             to
             their
             wayes
             .
          
           
             By
             this
             I
             know
             ,
             that
             certainly
          
           
             I
             favoured
             am
             by
             thee
             :
          
           
             Because
             my
             hatefull
             enemy
          
           
             triumphs
             not
             over
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             But
             as
             for
             me
             ,
             thou
             me
             upholdst
          
           
             in
             mine
             integrity
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             me
             before
             thy
             countenance
          
           
             thou
             setst
             continually
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             ,
             the
             God
             of
             Israel
             ,
          
           
             be
             blest
             for
             ever
             then
             ,
          
           
             From
             age
             to
             age
             eternally
             .
          
           
             Amen
             ,
             yea
             ,
             and
             amen
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XLII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           Maschil
           ,
           for
           the
           sons
           of
           Korah
           .
        
         
           
             LIke
             as
             the
             hart
             for
             water-brooks
          
           
             in
             thirst
             doth
             pant
             and
             bray
             ;
          
           
             So
             pants
             my
             longing
             soul
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
          
           
             that
             come
             to
             thee
             I
             may
             .
          
           
             My
             soul
             for
             God
             ,
             the
             living
             God
             ,
          
           
             doth
             thirst
             :
             when
             shall
             I
             near
          
           
             Unto
             thy
             countenance
             approach
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             Gods
             sight
             appear
             ?
          
        
         
           
             My
             tears
             have
             unto
             me
             been
             meat
          
           
             both
             in
             the
             night
             and
             day
             ,
          
           
             While
             unto
             me
             continually
             ,
          
           
             Where
             is
             thy
             God
             ,
             they
             say
             ?
          
           
             My
             soul
             is
             poured
             out
             in
             me
             ,
          
           
             when
             this
             I
             think
             upon
             ;
          
           
             Because
             that
             with
             the
             multitude
          
           
             I
             heretofore
             had
             gone
             :
          
        
         
           
             With
             them
             into
             Gods
             house
             I
             went
             ,
          
           
             with
             voice
             of
             joy
             and
             praise
             ,
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             with
             the
             multitude
             ,
             that
             kept
          
           
           
             the
             solemn
             holy
             dayes
             .
          
           
             O
             why
             art
             thou
             cast
             down
             ,
             my
             soul
             ,
          
           
             why
             in
             me
             so
             dismaid
             ?
          
           
             Trust
             God
             ,
             for
             I
             shall
             praise
             him
             yet
             ,
          
           
             his
             countenance
             is
             mine
             aid
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             God
             ,
             my
             soul
             's
             cast
             down
             in
             me
             :
          
           
             thee
             therefore
             minde
             I
             will
          
           
             From
             Jordans
             land
             ,
             the
             Hermonites
             ,
          
           
             and
             ev'n
             from
             Mizar
             hill
             .
          
           
             At
             the
             noise
             of
             thy
             water-spouts
             ,
          
           
             deep
             unto
             deep
             doth
             call
             :
          
           
             Thy
             breaking
             waves
             passe
             over
             me
             ,
          
           
             yea
             ,
             and
             thy
             billows
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             loving
             kindnesse
             yet
             the
             Lord
          
           
             command
             will
             in
             the
             day
             ,
          
           
             His
             song's
             with
             me
             by
             night
             ,
             to
             God
             ,
          
           
             by
             whom
             I
             live
             ,
             I
             'le
             pray
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             will
             say
             to
             God
             ,
             my
             rock
             ,
          
           
             why
             me
             forgets
             thou
             so
             ?
          
           
             Why
             ,
             for
             my
             foes
             oppression
             ,
          
           
             thus
             mourning
             do
             I
             go
             ?
          
        
         
           
             It
             's
             as
             a
             sword
             within
             my
             bones
             ,
          
           
             when
             my
             foes
             me
             upbraid
             :
          
           
             Ev'n
             when
             by
             them
             ,
             Where
             is
             thy
             God
             ,
          
           
             it
             's
             dayly
             to
             me
             said
             ?
          
           
             O
             why
             art
             thou
             cast
             down
             ,
             my
             soul
             ?
          
           
             why
             ,
             thus
             with
             grief
             opprest
             ,
          
           
             Art
             thou
             disquieted
             in
             me
             ?
          
           
             in
             God
             still
             hope
             and
             rest
             ;
          
        
         
           
             For
             yet
             I
             know
             I
             shall
             him
             praise
             ,
          
           
             who
             graciously
             to
             me
          
           
           
             The
             health
             is
             of
             my
             countenance
             ,
          
           
             yea
             ,
             mine
             own
             God
             is
             he
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           XLIII
           .
        
         
           
             JUdge
             me
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
             and
             plead
             my
             cause
          
           
             against
             th'ungodly
             nation
             ;
          
           
             From
             the
             unjust
             and
             craftie
             man
             ,
          
           
             O
             be
             thou
             my
             salvation
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             thou
             the
             God
             art
             of
             my
             strength
             ,
          
           
             why
             thrusts
             thou
             me
             thee
             fro
             ?
          
           
             For
             th'
             enemies
             oppression
             ,
          
           
             why
             do
             I
             mourning
             go
             ?
          
        
         
           
             O
             send
             thy
             light
             forth
             ,
             and
             thy
             truth
             :
          
           
             let
             them
             be
             guides
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             bring
             me
             to
             thine
             holy
             Hill
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             where
             thy
             dwellings
             be
             .
          
           
             Then
             will
             I
             to
             Gods
             Altar
             go
             ,
          
           
             to
             God
             my
             chiefest
             joy
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             God
             ,
             my
             God
             ,
             thy
             Name
             to
             praise
          
           
             my
             harp
             I
             will
             employ
             .
          
        
         
           
             Why
             art
             thou
             then
             cast
             down
             ,
             my
             soul
             ?
          
           
             what
             should
             discourage
             thee
             ?
          
           
             And
             why
             ,
             with
             vexing
             thoughts
             ,
             art
             thou
          
           
             disquieted
             in
             me
             ?
          
           
             Still
             trust
             in
             God
             ,
             for
             him
             to
             praise
          
           
             good
             cause
             I
             yet
             shall
             have
             ;
          
           
             He
             of
             my
             countenance
             is
             the
             health
             ,
          
           
             my
             God
             that
             doth
             me
             save
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XLIV
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           for
           the
           sons
           of
           Korah
           ,
           Maschil
           .
        
         
           
             O
             God
             ,
             we
             with
             our
             ears
             have
             heard
             ,
          
           
             our
             fathers
             have
             us
             told
             ,
          
           
           
             What
             works
             thou
             in
             their
             dayes
             hadst
             done
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             in
             the
             dayes
             of
             old
             .
          
           
             Thy
             hand
             did
             drive
             the
             Heathen
             out
             ,
          
           
             and
             plant
             them
             in
             their
             place
             ;
          
           
             Thou
             didst
             afflict
             the
             nations
             ,
          
           
             but
             them
             thou
             didst
             encrease
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             ,
             neither
             got
             their
             sword
             the
             land
             ,
          
           
             nor
             did
             their
             arm
             them
             save
             :
          
           
             But
             thy
             right
             hand
             ,
             presence
             ,
             and
             arm
             ;
          
           
             for
             ,
             thou
             them
             favour
             gave
             .
          
           
             Thou
             art
             my
             King
             :
             for
             Jacob
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             deliverances
             command
             .
          
           
             Through
             thee
             ,
             we
             shall
             push
             down
             our
             foes
             ,
          
           
             that
             do
             against
             us
             stand
             :
          
        
         
           
             We
             ,
             through
             thy
             Name
             ,
             shall
             tread
             down
             those
          
           
             that
             risen
             against
             us
             have
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             in
             my
             bow
             I
             shall
             not
             trust
             ,
          
           
             nor
             shall
             my
             sword
             me
             save
             .
          
           
             But
             ,
             from
             our
             foes
             thou
             hast
             us
             sav'd
             ,
          
           
             our
             haters
             put
             to
             shame
             .
          
           
             In
             God
             we
             all
             the
             day
             do
             boast
             ,
          
           
             and
             ever
             praise
             thy
             Name
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             now
             we
             are
             cast
             off
             by
             thee
             ,
          
           
             and
             us
             thou
             purst
             to
             shame
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             when
             our
             armies
             do
             go
             forth
             ,
          
           
             thou
             go'st
             not
             with
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Thou
             mak'st
             us
             from
             the
             enemie
             ,
          
           
             faint-hearted
             ,
             to
             turn
             back
             :
          
           
             And
             they
             ,
             who
             hate
             us
             ,
             for
             themselves
          
           
             our
             spoils
             away
             do
             take
             .
          
        
         
           
             Like
             sheep
             for
             meat
             thou
             gavest
             us
             :
          
           
           
             'mong
             Heathen
             cast
             we
             be
             .
          
           
             Thou
             didst
             for
             nought
             thy
             people
             sell
             .
          
           
             their
             price
             enrich'd
             not
             thee
             .
          
           
             Thou
             mak'st
             us
             a
             reproach
             to
             be
          
           
             unto
             our
             neighbours
             near
             ;
          
           
             Derision
             ,
             and
             a
             scorn
             to
             them
             ,
          
           
             that
             round
             about
             us
             are
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             by-word
             also
             thou
             dost
             us
          
           
             among
             the
             Heathen
             make
             :
          
           
             The
             people
             ,
             in
             contempt
             and
             spite
             ,
          
           
             at
             us
             their
             heads
             do
             shake
             .
          
           
             Before
             me
             my
             confusion
          
           
             continually
             abides
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             of
             my
             bashfull
             countenance
             ,
          
           
             the
             shame
             me
             ever
             hides
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             voice
             of
             him
             that
             doth
             reproach
             ,
          
           
             and
             speaketh
             blasphemie
             :
          
           
             By
             reason
             of
             th'
             avenging
             foe
             ,
          
           
             and
             cruell
             enemie
             .
          
           
             All
             this
             is
             come
             on
             us
             ;
             yet
             we
          
           
             have
             not
             forgotten
             thee
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             falsely
             in
             thy
             Covenant
          
           
             behav'd
             our selves
             have
             we
             .
          
        
         
           
             Back
             from
             thy
             way
             our
             heart
             not
             turn'd
             :
          
           
             our
             steps
             no
             straying
             made
             :
          
           
             Though
             us
             thou
             breakst
             in
             dragons
             place
             ,
          
           
             and
             coverest
             with
             deaths
             shade
             .
          
           
             If
             we
             Gods
             Name
             forgot
             ,
             or
             streacht
          
           
             to
             a
             strange
             god
             our
             hands
             :
          
           
             Shall
             not
             God
             search
             this
             out
             ?
             for
             he
          
           
             hearts
             secrets
             understands
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Yea
             ,
             for
             thy
             sake
             ,
             we
             're
             kill'd
             all
             day
             :
          
           
             counted
             as
             slaughter-sheep
             .
          
           
             Rise
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             cast
             us
             not
             ever
             off
             ,
          
           
             awake
             ,
             why
             dost
             thou
             sleep
             ?
          
           
             O
             wherefore
             hidest
             thou
             thy
             face
             ?
          
           
             forgetst
             our
             case
             distrest
             ,
          
           
             And
             our
             oppression
             ?
             For
             our
             soul
          
           
             is
             to
             the
             dust
             down
             prest
             ;
          
        
         
           
             Our
             belly
             also
             on
             the
             earth
             ,
          
           
             fast
             cleaving
             ,
             hold
             doth
             take
             .
          
           
             Rise
             for
             our
             help
             ,
             and
             us
             redeem
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             for
             thy
             mercies
             sake
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
               PSAL.
               XLV
            
             .
             To
             the
             chief
             musician
             upon
             Shoshannim
             ,
             for
             the
             sons
             of
             Korah
             ,
             Maschil
             ,
             a
             song
             of
             loves
             .
          
           
             
               MY
               heart
               brings
               forth
               a
               goodly
               thing
               :
            
             
               my
               works
               that
               I
               endite
            
             
               Concern
               the
               King
               :
               my
               tongue
               's
               a
               pen
            
             
               of
               one
               that
               swift
               doth
               write
               .
            
             
               Thou
               fairer
               art
               then
               sons
               of
               men
               :
            
             
               into
               thy
               lips
               is
               store
            
             
               Of
               grace
               infus'd
               ;
               God
               therefore
               thee
            
             
               hath
               blest
               for
               evermore
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               thou
               that
               art
               the
               mighty
               One
               ,
            
             
               thy
               sword
               gird
               on
               thy
               thigh
               :
            
             
               Ev'n
               with
               thy
               glory
               excellent
               ,
            
             
               and
               with
               thy
               Majestie
               .
            
             
               For
               meeknesse
               ,
               truth
               and
               righteousnesse
               ,
            
             
               in
               state
               ride
               prosperouslie
               :
            
             
               And
               thy
               right
               hand
               shall
               thee
               instruct
            
             
               in
               things
               that
               fearfull
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Thine
               arrows
               sharply
               pierce
               the
               hearts
            
             
               of
               th'
               enemies
               of
               the
               King
               ;
            
             
               And
               under
               thy
               subjection
            
             
               the
               people
               down
               do
               bring
               .
            
             
               For
               ever
               and
               for
               ever
               is
               ,
            
             
               O
               God
               ,
               thy
               throne
               of
               might
               :
            
             
               The
               scepter
               of
               thy
               Kingdome
               is
            
             
               a
               scepter
               that
               is
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               lovest
               right
               ,
               and
               hatest
               ill
               :
            
             
               for
               God
               ,
               thy
               God
               most
               hie
            
             
               Above
               thy
               fellows
               hath
               ,
               with
               th'oyl
            
             
               of
               joy
               ,
               anointed
               thee
               .
            
             
               Of
               aloes
               ,
               myrrhe
               ,
               and
               cassia
               ,
            
             
               a
               smell
               thy
               garments
               had
               ;
            
             
               Out
               of
               thy
               ivorie
               palaces
               ,
            
             
               whereby
               they
               made
               thee
               glad
               .
            
          
           
             
               Among
               thy
               women
               honourable
            
             
               Kings
               daughters
               were
               at
               hand
               :
            
             
               Upon
               thy
               right
               hand
               did
               the
               queen
               ,
            
             
               in
               gold
               of
               Ophir
               stand
               .
            
             
               O
               daughter
               ,
               hearken
               and
               regard
               ,
            
             
               and
               do
               thine
               ear
               incline
               ;
            
             
               Likewise
               forget
               thy
               fathers
               house
               ,
            
             
               and
               people
               that
               are
               thine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               of
               the
               King
               desir'd
               shall
               be
            
             
               thy
               beautie
               vehemently
               :
            
             
               Because
               he
               is
               thy
               Lord
               ,
               do
               thou
            
             
               him
               worship
               reverently
               .
            
             
               The
               daughter
               there
               of
               Tyre
               shal
               be
               ,
            
             
               with
               gifts
               and
               offrings
               great
               :
            
             
               Those
               of
               the
               people
               that
               are
               rich
            
             
               thy
               favour
               shall
               intreat
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Behold
               the
               daughter
               of
               the
               King
            
             
               all
               glorious
               is
               within
               ;
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               embroyderies
               of
               gold
               ,
            
             
               her
               garments
               wrought
               have
               bin
               .
            
             
               She
               shall
               be
               brought
               unto
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               in
               robes
               with
               needle
               wrought
               :
            
             
               Her
               fellow-virgins
               following
               ,
            
             
               shall
               unto
               thee
               be
               brought
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               shall
               be
               brought
               with
               gladnesse
               great
               ,
            
             
               and
               mirth
               on
               every
               side
               ,
            
             
               Into
               the
               palace
               of
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               and
               there
               they
               shall
               abide
               .
            
             
               In
               stead
               of
               those
               thy
               fathers
               dear
               ,
            
             
               thy
               children
               thou
               mayst
               take
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               all
               places
               of
               the
               earth
               ,
            
             
               them
               noble
               Princes
               make
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thy
               Name
               remembred
               I
               will
               make
               ,
            
             
               through
               ages
               all
               ,
               to
               be
               :
            
             
               The
               people
               therefore
               evermore
            
             
               shall
               praises
               give
               to
               thee
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               MY
               heart
               enditing
               is
            
             
               good
               matter
               in
               a
               song
               :
            
             
               I
               speak
               the
               things
               that
               I
               have
               made
            
             
               which
               to
               the
               King
               belong
               :
            
             
               My
               tongue
               shall
               be
               as
               quick
            
             
               his
               honour
               to
               endite
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               the
               pen
               of
               any
               scribe
            
             
               that
               useth
               fast
               to
               write
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou'
               rt
               fairest
               of
               all
               men
               ,
            
             
             
               grace
               in
               thy
               lips
               doth
               slow
               :
            
             
               And
               therefore
               blessings
               evermore
            
             
               on
               thee
               doth
               God
               bestow
               .
            
             
               Thy
               sword
               gird
               on
               thy
               thigh
               ,
            
             
               thou
               that
               art
               most
               of
               might
               :
            
             
               Appear
               in
               dreadfull
               Majestie
               ,
            
             
               and
               in
               thy
               glory
               bright
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               meeknesse
               ,
               truth
               and
               right
               ,
            
             
               ride
               prosperously
               in
               state
               :
            
             
               And
               thy
               right
               hand
               shall
               teach
               to
               thee
            
             
               things
               terrible
               and
               great
               .
            
             
               Thy
               shafts
               shall
               pierce
               their
               hearts
            
             
               that
               foes
               are
               to
               the
               King
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               into
               subjection
            
             
               the
               people
               thou
               shalt
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thy
               royall
               seat
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ▪
            
             
               for
               ever
               shall
               remain
               :
            
             
               The
               scepter
               of
               thy
               Kingdom
               doth
            
             
               all
               righteousnesse
               maintain
               .
            
             
               Thou
               loves
               right
               ,
               and
               hates
               ill
               :
            
             
               for
               God
               ,
               thy
               God
               most
               hie
               ,
            
             
               Above
               thy
               fellows
               hath
               with
               th'oyl
            
             
               of
               joy
               anointed
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               myrrhe
               and
               spices
               sweet
            
             
               a
               smell
               thy
               garments
               had
               :
            
             
               Out
               of
               thy
               ivorie
               palaces
               ,
            
             
               whereby
               they
               made
               thee
               glad
               .
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               thy
               glorious
               train
               ,
            
             
               Kings
               daughters
               waiting
               stand
               :
            
             
               And
               thy
               fair
               queen
               ,
               in
               Ophir
               gold
               ,
            
             
               doth
               stand
               at
               thy
               right
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               daughter
               ,
               take
               good
               heed
               ,
            
             
               incline
               ,
               and
               give
               good
               ear
               ;
            
             
               Thou
               must
               forget
               thy
               kindred
               all
               ,
            
             
               and
               fathers
               house
               most
               dear
               .
            
             
               Thy
               beautie
               to
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               shall
               then
               delightfull
               be
               :
            
             
               And
               ,
               do
               thou
               humbly
               worship
               him
               ,
            
             
               because
               thy
               Lord
               is
               he
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               daughter
               then
               of
               Tyre
            
             
               there
               with
               a
               gift
               shall
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               wealthy
               of
               the
               land
            
             
               shall
               make
               their
               sute
               to
               thee
               .
            
             
               The
               daughter
               of
               the
               King
            
             
               all
               glorious
               is
               within
               ;
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               embroyderies
               of
               gold
               ,
            
             
               her
               garments
               wrought
               have
               bin
               .
            
          
           
             
               She
               cometh
               to
               the
               King
            
             
               in
               robes
               with
               needle
               wrought
               :
            
             
               The
               virgins
               that
               do
               follow
               her
            
             
               shall
               unto
               thee
               be
               brought
               .
            
             
               They
               shall
               be
               brought
               with
               joy
               ,
            
             
               and
               mirth
               on
               every
               side
               ,
            
             
               Into
               the
               palace
               of
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               and
               there
               they
               shall
               abide
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               ,
               in
               thy
               fathers
               stead
               ,
            
             
               thy
               children
               thou
               may'st
               take
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               all
               places
               of
               the
               earth
               ,
            
             
               them
               noble
               Princes
               make
               .
            
             
               I
               will
               show
               forth
               thy
               Name
            
             
               to
               generations
               all
               :
            
             
               Therefore
               thy
               people
               evermore
            
             
               to
               thee
               give
               praises
               shall
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             XLVI
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           for
           the
           sons
           of
           Korah
           ,
           A
           song
           upon
           Alamoth
           .
        
         
           
             GOd
             is
             our
             refuge
             ,
             and
             our
             strength
             ,
          
           
             in
             straits
             a
             present
             aid
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             ,
             although
             the
             earth
             remove
             ,
          
           
             we
             will
             not
             be
             afraid
             :
          
           
             Though
             hills
             amidst
             the
             sea
             be
             cast
             ,
          
           
             Though
             waters
             roaring
             make
             ,
          
           
             And
             troubled
             be
             ;
             yea
             ,
             though
             the
             hills
          
           
             by
             swelling
             seas
             do
             shake
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             river
             is
             ,
             whose
             streams
             do
             glad
          
           
             the
             City
             of
             our
             God
             :
          
           
             The
             holy
             place
             ,
             wherein
             the
             Lord
          
           
             most
             high
             hath
             his
             abode
             .
          
           
             God
             in
             the
             midst
             of
             her
             doth
             dwell
             :
          
           
             nothing
             shall
             her
             remove
             ;
          
           
             The
             Lord
             to
             her
             an
             helper
             will
             ,
          
           
             and
             that
             right
             early
             ,
             prove
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Heathen
             rag'd
             tumultuously
             ,
          
           
             the
             Kingdoms
             moved
             were
             :
          
           
             The
             Lord
             God
             uttered
             his
             voice
             ,
          
           
             the
             earth
             did
             melt
             for
             fear
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             of
             hosts
             upon
             our
             side
          
           
             doth
             constantly
             remain
             :
          
           
             The
             God
             of
             Jacob's
             our
             refuge
             ,
          
           
             us
             safely
             to
             maintain
             .
          
        
         
           
             Come
             ,
             and
             behold
             what
             wondrous
             works
          
           
             have
             by
             the
             Lord
             been
             wrought
             :
          
           
           
             Come
             ,
             see
             what
             desolations
          
           
             he
             on
             the
             earth
             hath
             brought
             .
          
           
             Unto
             the
             ends
             of
             all
             the
             earth
          
           
             wars
             into
             peace
             he
             turns
             :
          
           
             The
             bow
             he
             breaks
             ,
             the
             spear
             he
             cuts
             ,
          
           
             in
             fire
             the
             chariot
             burns
             .
          
        
         
           
             Be
             still
             ,
             and
             know
             that
             I
             am
             God
             :
          
           
             among
             the
             Heathen
             I
          
           
             Will
             be
             exalted
             ,
             I
             on
             earth
          
           
             will
             be
             exalted
             hie
             .
          
           
             Our
             God
             ,
             who
             is
             the
             Lord
             of
             hosts
             ,
          
           
             is
             still
             upon
             our
             side
             .
          
           
             The
             God
             of
             Jacob
             our
             refuge
          
           
             for
             ever
             will
             abide
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XLVII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           for
           the
           sons
           of
           Korah
           .
        
         
           
             ALL
             people
             clap
             your
             hands
             ,
             to
             God
          
           
             with
             voice
             of
             triumph
             shout
             .
          
           
             For
             dreadfull
             is
             the
             Lord
             most
             high
             ,
          
           
             great
             King
             ,
             the
             earth
             throughout
             .
          
           
             The
             Heathen
             people
             under
             us
          
           
             he
             surely
             shall
             subdue
             :
          
           
             And
             he
             shall
             make
             the
             Nations
          
           
             under
             our
             feet
             to
             bow
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             lot
             of
             our
             inheritance
          
           
             choose
             out
             for
             us
             shall
             he
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Jacob
             whom
             he
             loved
             well
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             the
             excellencie
             .
          
           
             God
             is
             with
             shouts
             gone
             up
             ,
             the
             Lord
          
           
             with
             trumpets
             sounding
             hie
             .
          
           
             Sing
             praise
             to
             God
             ,
             sing
             praise
             ,
             sing
             praise
             ,
          
           
             praise
             to
             our
             King
             sing
             ye
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             For
             ,
             God
             is
             King
             of
             all
             the
             earth
             ,
          
           
             with
             knowledge
             praise
             expresse
             .
          
           
             God
             rules
             the
             nations
             ,
             God
             sits
             on
          
           
             his
             throne
             of
             holinesse
             .
          
           
             The
             princes
             of
             the
             people
             are
          
           
             assembled
             willinglie
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             of
             the
             God
             of
             Abraham
          
           
             they
             who
             the
             people
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             why
             ,
             the
             shields
             that
             do
             defend
          
           
             the
             earth
             ,
             are
             only
             his
             :
          
           
             They
             to
             the
             Lord
             belong
             ,
             yea
             He
          
           
             exalted
             greatly
             is
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XLVIII
          
           .
           A
           song
           ,
           and
           psalm
           for
           the
           sons
           of
           Korah
           .
        
         
           
             GReat
             is
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             greatly
             He
          
           
             is
             to
             be
             praised
             still
             ,
          
           
             Within
             the
             City
             of
             our
             God
             ,
          
           
             upon
             his
             holy
             hill
             .
          
           
             Mount
             Sion
             stands
             most
             beautifull
             ,
          
           
             the
             joy
             of
             all
             the
             land
             ;
          
           
             The
             City
             of
             the
             mighty
             King
          
           
             on
             her
             north
             side
             doth
             stand
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             ,
             within
             her
             palaces
             ,
          
           
             is
             for
             a
             refuge
             known
             :
          
           
             For
             lo
             ,
             the
             Kings
             that
             gathered
             were
          
           
             together
             by
             have
             gone
             .
          
           
             But
             ,
             when
             they
             did
             behold
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             they
             wondring
             ,
             would
             not
             stay
             ;
          
           
             But
             ,
             being
             troubled
             at
             the
             sight
             ,
          
           
             they
             thence
             did
             haste
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             Great
             terrour
             there
             took
             hold
             on
             them
             ,
          
           
             they
             were
             possess'd
             with
             fear
             ,
          
           
           
             Their
             grief
             came
             like
             a
             womans
             pain
             ,
          
           
             when
             she
             a
             childe
             doth
             bear
             .
          
           
             Thou
             Tarshish
             ships
             with
             east
             wind
             breaks
             ;
          
           
             As
             we
             have
             heard
             it
             told
             ;
          
           
             So
             in
             the
             City
             of
             the
             Lord
          
           
             our
             eyes
             did
             it
             behold
             ,
          
        
         
           
             In
             our
             Gods
             City
             ,
             which
             his
             hand
          
           
             for
             ever
             stablish
             will.
          
           
             We
             ,
             of
             thy
             loving
             kindnesse
             thought
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             in
             thy
             Temple
             still
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             according
             to
             thy
             Name
             ,
          
           
             through
             all
             the
             earth
             's
             thy
             praise
             :
          
           
             And
             thy
             right
             hand
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             is
             full
          
           
             of
             righteousnesse
             alwayes
             .
          
        
         
           
             Because
             thy
             judgements
             are
             made
             known
             ,
          
           
             let
             Sion
             mount
             rejoyce
             ;
          
           
             Of
             Judah
             let
             the
             daughters
             all
          
           
             send
             forth
             a
             chearfull
             voice
             .
          
           
             Walk
             about
             Sion
             ,
             and
             go
             round
             ,
          
           
             the
             high
             towrs
             thereof
             tell
             :
          
           
             Consider
             ye
             her
             palaces
             ,
          
           
             and
             mark
             her
             bulwarks
             well
             ,
          
        
         
           
             That
             ye
             may
             tell
             posteritie
             .
          
           
             For
             this
             God
             doth
             abide
          
           
             Our
             God
             for
             evermore
             ,
             he
             will
          
           
             ev'n
             unto
             death
             us
             guide
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XLIX
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           for
           the
           sons
           of
           Korah
           .
        
         
           
             HEar
             this
             all
             people
             ,
             and
             give
             ear
          
           
             all
             in
             the
             world
             that
             dwell
             ,
          
           
           
             Both
             low
             and
             high
             ,
             both
             rich
             and
             poor
             .
          
           
             My
             mouth
             shall
             wisedom
             tell
             .
          
           
             My
             heart
             shall
             knowledge
             meditate
             ,
          
           
             I
             will
             incline
             mine
             ear
          
           
             To
             parables
             ,
             and
             on
             the
             harp
          
           
             my
             sayings
             dark
             declare
             .
          
        
         
           
             Amidst
             those
             dayes
             ,
             that
             evill
             be
             ,
          
           
             why
             should
             I
             ,
             fearing
             ,
             doubt
             ?
          
           
             When
             of
             my
             heels
             th'iniquitie
          
           
             shall
             compasse
             me
             about
             .
          
           
             Who
             e're
             they
             be
             ,
             that
             in
             their
             wealth
          
           
             their
             confidence
             do
             pitch
             ,
          
           
             And
             boast
             themselves
             ,
             because
             they
             are
          
           
             become
             exceeding
             rich
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             none
             of
             these
             his
             brother
             can
          
           
             redeem
             by
             any
             way
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             can
             he
             unto
             God
             ,
             for
             him
          
           
             sufficient
             ransome
             pay
             ;
          
           
             (
             Their
             souls
             redemption
             precious
             is
             ,
          
           
             and
             it
             can
             never
             be
             )
          
           
             That
             still
             he
             should
             for
             ever
             live
             ,
          
           
             and
             not
             corruption
             see
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             why
             ?
             he
             seeth
             that
             wise
             men
             die
             ,
          
           
             and
             brutish
             fools
             also
          
           
             Do
             perish
             ,
             and
             their
             wealth
             ,
             when
             dead
             ,
          
           
             to
             others
             they
             let
             go
             .
          
           
             Their
             inward
             thought
             is
             ,
             that
             their
             house
             ,
          
           
             and
             dwelling
             places
             shall
          
           
             Stand
             through
             all
             ages
             ;
             they
             their
             lands
          
           
             by
             their
             own
             names
             do
             call
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             yet
             in
             honour
             shall
             not
             man
          
           
           
             abide
             continually
             ;
          
           
             But
             passing
             hence
             ,
             may
             be
             compar'd
          
           
             unto
             the
             beasts
             that
             dy
             .
          
           
             Thus
             ,
             brutish
             folly
             plainly
             is
          
           
             their
             wisedome
             ,
             and
             their
             way
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             ,
             their
             posteritie
             approve
          
           
             what
             they
             do
             fondly
             say
             .
          
        
         
           
             Like
             sheep
             ,
             they
             in
             the
             grave
             are
             laid
             ,
          
           
             and
             death
             shall
             them
             devour
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             in
             the
             morning
             ,
             upright
             men
          
           
             shall
             over
             them
             have
             pow'r
             :
          
           
             Their
             beautie
             ,
             from
             their
             dwelling
             ,
             shall
          
           
             consume
             within
             the
             grave
             .
          
           
             But
             ,
             from
             hells
             hand
             God
             will
             mee
             free
             ,
          
           
             for
             he
             shall
             me
             receive
             .
          
        
         
           
             Be
             thou
             not
             then
             afraid
             ,
             when
             one
          
           
             enriched
             thou
             dost
             see
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             when
             the
             glory
             of
             his
             house
          
           
             advanced
             is
             on
             hie
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             he
             shall
             carry
             nothing
             hence
             ,
          
           
             when
             death
             his
             dayes
             doth
             end
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             his
             glory
             after
             him
          
           
             into
             the
             grave
             descend
             .
          
        
         
           
             Although
             he
             his
             own
             soul
             did
             blesse
          
           
             whilst
             he
             on
             earth
             did
             live
             ,
          
           
             (
             And
             when
             thou
             to
             thy self
             dost
             well
             ,
          
           
             men
             will
             thee
             peaises
             give
             )
          
           
             He
             to
             his
             fathers
             race
             shall
             go
             ,
          
           
             they
             never
             shall
             see
             light
             .
          
           
             Man
             honour'd
             ,
             wanting
             knowledge
             ,
             is
          
           
             like
             beasts
             that
             perish
             quite
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
           
             
               PSAL.
               L.
            
             A
             Psalm
             of
             Asaph
             .
          
           
             
               THe
               mighty
               God
               ,
               the
               Lord
            
             
               hath
               spoken
               ,
               and
               did
               call
            
             
               The
               earth
               ,
               from
               rising
               of
               the
               sun
               ,
            
             
               to
               where
               he
               hath
               his
               fall
               .
            
             
               From
               out
               of
               Sion
               hill
               ,
            
             
               which
               ,
               of
               excellency
            
             
               And
               beautie
               the
               perfection
               is
               ,
            
             
               God
               shined
               gloriously
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               God
               shall
               surely
               come
               ,
            
             
               keep
               silence
               shall
               not
               He
               ;
            
             
               Before
               Him
               fire
               shall
               waste
               ,
               great
               storms
            
             
               shall
               round
               about
               Him
               be
               .
            
             
               Unto
               the
               heaven's
               clear
               ,
            
             
               He
               from
               above
               shall
               call
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               earth
               likewise
               ,
               that
               He
            
             
               may
               judge
               his
               people
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               Together
               let
               my
               saints
            
             
               unto
               me
               gathered
               be
               ,
            
             
               Those
               that
               by
               sacrifice
               have
               made
            
             
               a
               covenant
               with
               me
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               the
               heavens
               shall
            
             
               his
               righteousnesse
               declare
               ;
            
             
               Because
               the
               Lord
               himself
               is
               He
               ,
            
             
               by
               whom
               men
               judged
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               people
               Israel
               hear
               ,
            
             
               speak
               will
               I
               from
               on
               hie
               ,
            
             
               Against
               thee
               I
               will
               testifie
               ,
            
             
             
               God
               ,
               ev'n
               thy
               God
               am
               I.
            
             
               I
               ,
               for
               thy
               sacrifice
               ,
            
             
               no
               blame
               will
               on
               thee
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               for
               burnt-offrings
               ,
               which
               to
               me
            
             
               thou
               off'redst
               every
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               'le
               take
               no
               calf
               ,
               nor
               goats
               ,
            
             
               from
               house
               or
               fold
               of
               thine
               :
            
             
               For
               ,
               beasts
               of
               forrests
               ,
               cattell
               all
            
             
               on
               thousand
               hills
               are
               mine
               .
            
             
               The
               fowls
               on
               mountains
               high
               ,
            
             
               are
               all
               to
               me
               well
               known
               ,
            
             
               Wilde
               beasts
               ,
               which
               in
               the
               fields
               do
               ly
               ,
            
             
               ev'n
               they
               are
               all
               mine
               own
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               ,
               if
               I
               hungry
               were
               ,
            
             
               I
               would
               not
               tell
               it
               thee
               ;
            
             
               Because
               the
               world
               ,
               and
               fulnesse
               all
            
             
               thereof
               belongs
               to
               me
               .
            
             
               Will
               I
               eat
               flesh
               of
               buls
               ?
            
             
               or
               goats
               bloud
               drink
               will
               I
               ?
            
             
               Thanks
               offer
               thou
               to
               God
               ,
               and
               pay
            
             
               thy
               vows
               to
               the
               most
               hie
               ;
            
          
           
             
               And
               call
               upon
               me
               ,
               when
            
             
               in
               trouble
               thou
               shalt
               be
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               deliver
               thee
               ,
               and
               thou
            
             
               my
               Name
               shalt
               glorifie
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               the
               wicked
               man
            
             
               God
               saith
               ,
               my
               laws
               and
               truth
            
             
               Shouldst
               thou
               declare
               ?
               how
               darst
               thou
               take
            
             
               my
               covenant
               in
               thy
               mouth
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Sith
               thou
               instruction
               hates
               ,
            
             
               which
               should
               thy
               wayes
               direct
               .
            
             
             
               And
               ,
               sith
               my
               words
               behinde
               thy
               back
            
             
               thou
               casts
               ,
               and
               dost
               reject
               .
            
             
               When
               thou
               a
               thief
               didst
               see
               ,
            
             
               with
               him
               thou
               didst
               consent
               ;
            
             
               And
               with
               the
               vile
               adulterers
            
             
               partaker
               on
               thou
               went.
               
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               giv'st
               thy
               mouth
               to
               ill
               ,
            
             
               thy
               tongue
               deceit
               doth
               frame
               ;
            
             
               Thou
               sits
               ,
               and
               '
               gainst
               thy
               brother
               speaks
               ,
            
             
               thy
               mothers
               son
               does
               shame
               .
            
             
               Because
               I
               silence
               kept
               ,
            
             
               while
               thou
               these
               things
               hast
               wrought
               ;
            
             
               That
               I
               was
               altogether
               like
            
             
               thy self
               ,
               hath
               been
               thy
               thought
               :
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               I
               will
               thee
               reprove
               ,
            
             
               and
               set
               before
               thine
               eyes
            
             
               In
               order
               ranked
               thy
               misdeeds
               ,
            
             
               and
               thine
               iniquities
               .
            
             
               Now
               ,
               ye
               that
               God
               forget
               ,
            
             
               this
               carefully
               consider
               ;
            
             
               Lest
               I
               in
               pieces
               tear
               you
               all
               ,
            
             
               and
               none
               can
               you
               deliver
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               so
               doth
               offer
               praise
               ,
            
             
               me
               glorifies
               ,
               and
               I
            
             
               Will
               shew
               him
               Gods
               salvation
               ,
            
             
               that
               orders
               right
               his
               way
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               THe
               mighty
               God
               the
               Lord
               hath
               spoke
               ,
            
             
               and
               call'd
               the
               earth
               upon
               ,
            
             
               Ev'n
               from
               the
               rising
               of
               the
               sun
               ,
            
             
             
               unto
               his
               going
               down
               .
            
             
               From
               out
               of
               Sion
               ,
               his
               own
               hill
               ,
            
             
               where
               the
               perfection
               hie
            
             
               Of
               beauty
               is
               ,
               from
               thence
               the
               Lord
            
             
               hath
               shined
               gloriously
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               God
               shall
               come
               ,
               and
               shall
               no
               more
            
             
               be
               silent
               ,
               but
               speak
               out
               :
            
             
               Before
               him
               fire
               shall
               waste
               ,
               great
               storms
            
             
               shall
               compasse
               him
               about
               .
            
             
               He
               ,
               to
               the
               heavens
               from
               above
               ,
            
             
               and
               to
               the
               earth
               below
            
             
               Shall
               call
               ,
               that
               He
               his
               judgement
               may
            
             
               before
               his
               people
               show
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               all
               my
               saints
               together
               be
            
             
               unto
               me
               gathered
               ,
            
             
               Those
               ,
               that
               by
               sacrifice
               ,
               with
               me
            
             
               a
               covenant
               have
               made
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               the
               heavens
               shall
               declare
            
             
               His
               righteousnesse
               abroad
               :
            
             
               Because
               the
               Lord
               himself
               doth
               come
               ,
            
             
               none
               else
               is
               judge
               but
               God.
               
            
          
           
             
               Hear
               ,
               O
               my
               people
               ,
               and
               I
               'le
               speak
               :
            
             
               O
               Israel
               by
               name
               ,
            
             
               Against
               thee
               I
               will
               testifie
               ,
            
             
               God
               ,
               ev'n
               thy
               God
               I
               am
               .
            
             
               I
               ,
               for
               thy
               sacrifices
               few
               ,
            
             
               reprove
               thee
               never
               will
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               for
               burnt-offrings
               to
               have
               been
            
             
               before
               me
               offred
               still
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               'le
               take
               no
               bullock
               ,
               nor
               hee-goats
            
             
               from
               house
               ,
               nor
               folds
               of
               thine
               :
            
             
             
               For
               ,
               beasts
               of
               forrests
               ,
               cattell
               all
            
             
               on
               thousand
               hills
               ,
               are
               mine
               .
            
             
               The
               fowls
               are
               all
               to
               me
               well
               known
               ,
            
             
               that
               mountains
               high
               do
               yeeld
               ;
            
             
               And
               I
               do
               challenge
               as
               mine
               own
               ,
            
             
               the
               wilde
               beasts
               of
               the
               field
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               I
               were
               hungry
               ,
               I
               would
               not
            
             
               to
               thee
               for
               need
               complain
               ;
            
             
               For
               earth
               ,
               and
               all
               its
               fulnesse
               ,
               doth
            
             
               to
               me
               of
               right
               pertain
               .
            
             
               That
               I
               ,
               to
               eat
               the
               flesh
               of
               bulls
            
             
               take
               pleasure
               ,
               dost
               thou
               think
               ?
            
             
               Or
               ,
               that
               I
               need
               to
               quench
               my
               thirst
               ,
            
             
               the
               bloud
               of
               goats
               to
               drink
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               ,
               rather
               unto
               me
               ,
               thy
               God
               ,
            
             
               thanksgiving
               offer
               thou
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               most
               high
               perform
               thy
               word
               ,
            
             
               and
               fully
               pay
               thy
               vow
               .
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               the
               day
               of
               trouble
               great
               ,
            
             
               see
               that
               thou
               call
               on
               me
               ;
            
             
               I
               will
               deliver
               thee
               ,
               and
               thou
            
             
               my
               Name
               shalt
               glorifie
               ,
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               God
               unto
               the
               wicked
               saith
               ,
            
             
               why
               should
               thou
               mention
               make
            
             
               Of
               my
               commands
               ?
               how
               dar'st
               thou
               in
            
             
               thy
               mouth
               my
               covenant
               take
               ?
            
             
               Sith
               it
               is
               so
               ,
               that
               thou
               dost
               hate
            
             
               all
               good
               instruction
               ;
            
             
               And
               sith
               thou
               casts
               ,
               behinde
               thy
               back
               ,
            
             
               and
               slights
               my
               words
               each
               one
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               thou
               a
               thief
               didst
               see
               ,
               then
               straight
            
             
             
               thou
               joyn'd
               with
               him
               in
               sin
               ;
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               the
               vile
               adulterers
               ,
            
             
               thou
               hast
               partaker
               bin
               :
            
             
               Thy
               mouth
               to
               evill
               thou
               dost
               give
               ,
            
             
               thy
               tongue
               deceit
               doth
               frame
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               sitst
               ,
               and
               '
               gainst
               thy
               brother
               speak'st
               ,
            
             
               thy
               mothers
               son
               to
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               things
               thou
               wickedly
               hast
               done
               ,
            
             
               and
               I
               have
               silent
               bin
               ;
            
             
               Thou
               thought
               that
               I
               was
               like
               thy self
               ,
            
             
               and
               did
               approve
               thy
               sin
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               will
               sharply
               thee
               reprove
               ,
            
             
               and
               I
               will
               order
               right
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               sins
               and
               thy
               transgressions
            
             
               in
               presence
               of
               thy
               sight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Consider
               this
               ,
               and
               be
               afraid
               ,
            
             
               ye
               that
               forget
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Left
               I
               in
               pieces
               tear
               you
               all
               ,
            
             
               when
               none
               can
               help
               afford
               .
            
             
               Who
               offereth
               praise
               ,
               me
               glorifies
               :
            
             
               I
               will
               shew
               Gods
               salvation
            
             
               To
               him
               that
               ordereth
               aright
            
             
               his
               life
               ,
               and
               conversation
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LI.
          
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           ,
           when
           Nathan
           the
           prophet
           came
           unto
           him
           ,
           after
           he
           had
           gone
           in
           to
           Bath-sheba
           .
        
         
           
             AFter
             thy
             loving
             kindnesse
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             have
             mercy
             upon
             me
             :
          
           
             For
             thy
             compassions
             great
             ,
             blot
             out
          
           
             all
             mine
             iniquitie
             .
          
           
           
             Me
             cleanse
             from
             sin
             ,
             and
             throughly
             wash
          
           
             from
             mine
             iniquitie
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             my
             transgressions
             I
             confesse
             ,
          
           
             my
             sin
             I
             ever
             see
             .
          
        
         
           
             '
             Gainst
             thee
             ,
             thee
             onely
             ,
             have
             I
             sinn'd
             ,
          
           
             in
             thy
             sight
             done
             this
             ill
             ,
          
           
             That
             ,
             when
             thou
             speaks
             ,
             thou
             may
             be
             just
             ,
          
           
             and
             clear
             in
             judging
             still
             .
          
           
             Behold
             ,
             I
             in
             iniquity
          
           
             was
             form'd
             the
             womb
             within
             ;
          
           
             My
             mother
             also
             me
             conceiv'd
          
           
             in
             guiltinesse
             and
             sin
             .
          
        
         
           
             Behold
             ,
             thou
             ,
             in
             the
             inward
             parts
             ,
          
           
             with
             truth
             delighted
             art
             ;
          
           
             And
             wisdome
             thou
             shalt
             make
             me
             know
          
           
             within
             the
             hidden
             part
             .
          
           
             Do
             thou
             with
             hyssop
             sprinkle
             me
             ,
          
           
             I
             shall
             be
             cleansed
             so
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             wash
             thou
             me
             ,
             and
             then
             I
             shall
          
           
             be
             whiter
             then
             the
             snow
             .
          
        
         
           
             Of
             gladnesse
             ,
             and
             of
             joyfulnesse
             ,
          
           
             make
             me
             to
             hear
             the
             voice
             ;
          
           
             That
             so
             ,
             these
             very
             bones
             ,
             which
             thou
          
           
             hast
             broken
             ,
             may
             rejoyce
             .
          
           
             All
             mine
             iniquities
             blot
             out
             ,
          
           
             thy
             face
             hide
             from
             my
             sin
             .
          
           
             Create
             a
             clean
             heart
             :
             Lord
             ,
             renew
          
           
             a
             right
             sp'rit
             me
             within
             .
          
        
         
           
             Cast
             me
             not
             from
             thy
             sight
             ,
             nor
             take
          
           
             thy
             holy
             sp'rit
             away
             :
          
           
             Restore
             me
             thy
             salvations
             joy
             ;
          
           
           
             with
             thy
             free
             sp'rit
             me
             stay
             .
          
           
             Then
             will
             I
             teach
             thy
             ways
             unto
          
           
             those
             that
             transgressours
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             those
             that
             sinners
             are
             ,
             shall
             then
          
           
             be
             turned
             unto
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             GOD
             of
             my
             salvation
             God
             ,
          
           
             me
             from
             blood-guiltinesse
          
           
             Set
             free
             :
             then
             shall
             my
             tongue
             aloud
          
           
             sing
             of
             thy
             righteousnesse
             .
          
           
             My
             closed
             lips
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             by
             thee
          
           
             let
             them
             be
             opened
             ;
          
           
             Then
             shall
             thy
             praises
             by
             my
             mouth
          
           
             abroad
             be
             published
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             thou
             desir'st
             not
             sacrifice
             ,
          
           
             else
             would
             I
             give
             it
             thee
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             wilt
             thou
             with
             burnt-offering
          
           
             at
             all
             delighted
             be
             .
          
           
             A
             broken
             spirit
             is
             to
             God
          
           
             a
             pleasing
             sacrifice
             ,
          
           
             A
             broken
             ,
             and
             a
             contrite
             heart
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             thou
             wilt
             not
             despise
             .
          
        
         
           
             Shew
             kindnesse
             and
             do
             good
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             to
             Sion
             thine
             own
             hill
             ;
          
           
             The
             walls
             of
             thy
             Jerusalem
          
           
             build
             up
             ,
             of
             thy
             good
             will.
          
           
             Then
             righteous
             offrings
             shall
             thee
             please
             ,
          
           
             and
             offrings
             burnt
             ,
             which
             they
             ,
          
           
             With
             whole
             burnt-offrings
             and
             with
             calves
             ,
          
           
             shall
             on
             thine
             altar
             lay
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             LII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           Maschil
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           ,
           when
           Doeg
           the
           Edomite
           came
           and
           told
           Saul
           ,
           and
           said
           unto
           him
           ,
           David
           is
           come
           to
           the
           house
           of
           Ahimelech
           .
        
         
           
             VVHy
             dost
             thou
             boast
             ,
             O
             mighty
             man
             ,
          
           
             of
             mischief
             and
             of
             ill
             ?
          
           
             The
             goodnesse
             of
             Almighty
             God
          
           
             endureth
             ever
             still
             .
          
           
             Thy
             tongue
             mischievous
             calumnies
          
           
             deviseth
             subtily
             ,
          
           
             Like
             to
             a
             razor
             ,
             sharp
             to
             cut
             ,
          
           
             working
             deceitfully
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ill
             more
             then
             good
             ,
             and
             more
             then
             truth
          
           
             thou
             lovest
             to
             speak
             wrong
             :
          
           
             Thou
             lovest
             all
             devouring
             words
             ,
          
           
             O
             thou
             deceitfull
             tongue
             .
          
           
             So
             God
             shall
             thee
             destroy
             for
             ay
             ,
          
           
             remove
             thee
             ,
             pluck
             thee
             out
          
           
             Quite
             from
             thy
             house
             ,
             out
             of
             the
             land
          
           
             of
             life
             he
             shall
             thee
             root
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             righteous
             shall
             it
             see
             ,
             and
             fear
             ,
          
           
             and
             laugh
             at
             him
             they
             shall
             :
          
           
             Lo
             ,
             this
             the
             man
             is
             ,
             that
             did
             not
          
           
             make
             GOD
             his
             strength
             at
             all
             :
          
           
             But
             he
             ,
             in
             his
             abundant
             wealth
             ,
          
           
             his
             confidence
             did
             place
             ;
          
           
             And
             he
             took
             strength
             unto
             himself
          
           
             from
             his
             own
             wickednesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             I
             am
             in
             the
             house
             of
             God
          
           
           
             like
             to
             an
             olive
             green
             :
          
           
             My
             confidence
             for
             ever
             hath
          
           
             upon
             Gods
             mercy
             been
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             for
             ever
             will
             thee
             praise
             ,
          
           
             because
             thou
             hast
             done
             this
             :
          
           
             I
             on
             thy
             Name
             will
             wait
             ,
             for
             good
          
           
             before
             thy
             saints
             it
             is
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LIII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Mahalath
           ,
           Maschil
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             THat
             there
             is
             not
             a
             God
             ,
             the
             fool
          
           
             doth
             in
             his
             heart
             conclude
             :
          
           
             They
             are
             corrupt
             ,
             their
             works
             are
             vile
             ,
          
           
             not
             one
             of
             them
             doth
             good
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             upon
             the
             sons
             of
             men
          
           
             from
             heav'n
             did
             cast
             his
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             if
             any
             one
             there
             was
          
           
             that
             sought
             God
             ,
             and
             was
             wise
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             altogether
             filthy
             are
             ,
          
           
             they
             all
             are
             backward
             gone
             ;
          
           
             And
             there
             is
             none
             that
             doeth
             good
             ,
          
           
             no
             not
             so
             much
             as
             one
             .
          
           
             These
             workers
             of
             iniquity
          
           
             do
             they
             not
             know
             at
             all
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             my
             people
             eat
             as
             bread
          
           
             and
             on
             God
             do
             not
             call
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ev'n
             there
             they
             were
             afraid
             ,
             and
             stood
          
           
             with
             trembling
             all
             dismaid
             ,
          
           
             Whereas
             there
             was
             no
             cause
             at
             all
             ,
          
           
             why
             they
             should
             be
             afraid
             .
          
           
           
             For
             God
             his
             bones
             that
             thee
             besieg'd
          
           
             hath
             scattered
             all
             abroad
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             confounded
             them
             ,
             for
             they
          
           
             despised
             are
             of
             God.
             
          
        
         
           
             Let
             Israels
             help
             from
             Sion
             come
             ▪
          
           
             When
             back
             the
             Lord
             shall
             bring
          
           
             His
             captives
             ,
             Jacob
             shall
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             and
             Israel
             shall
             sing
             ▪
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LIV.
          
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           on
           Neginoth
           ,
           Maschil
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           ,
           when
           the
           Ziphims
           came
           and
           said
           to
           Saul
           ,
           doth
           not
           David
           hide
           himself
           with
           us
           ?
        
         
           
             SAve
             me
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
             by
             thy
             great
             Name
             ,
          
           
             and
             judge
             me
             by
             thy
             strength
             :
          
           
             My
             prayer
             hear
             ,
             O
             God
             ;
             give
             ear
          
           
             unto
             my
             words
             at
             length
             .
          
           
             For
             they
             that
             strangers
             are
             to
             me
          
           
             do
             up
             against
             me
             rise
             ;
          
           
             Oppressours
             seek
             my
             soul
             ,
             and
             God
          
           
             set
             not
             before
             their
             eyes
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             my
             God
             my
             helper
             is
             ,
          
           
             lo
             ,
             therefore
             I
             am
             bold
             ,
          
           
             He
             taketh
             part
             with
             every
             one
          
           
             that
             doth
             my
             soul
             uphold
             .
          
           
             Unto
             mine
             enemies
             he
             shall
          
           
             mischief
             and
             ill
             repay
             .
          
           
             O
             for
             thy
             truths
             sake
             cut
             them
             off
             ,
          
           
             and
             sweep
             them
             clean
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             will
             a
             sacrifice
             to
             thee
          
           
             give
             with
             free
             willingnesse
             :
          
           
           
             Thy
             Name
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             because
             it
             's
             good
             ,
          
           
             with
             praise
             I
             will
             confesse
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             hath
             me
             delivered
          
           
             from
             all
             adversities
             :
          
           
             And
             his
             desire
             mine
             eye
             hath
             seen
          
           
             upon
             mine
             enemies
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL
             LV.
          
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           on
           Neginoth
           ,
           Maschil
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             LOrd
             ,
             hear
             my
             pray'r
             ,
             hide
             not
             thy self
          
           
             from
             my
             intreating
             voice
             :
          
           
             Attend
             and
             hear
             me
             ,
             in
             my
             plaint
          
           
             I
             mourn
             and
             make
             a
             noise
             .
          
           
             Because
             of
             th'
             enemies
             voice
             ,
             and
             for
          
           
             lewd
             mens
             oppression
             great
             ;
          
           
             On
             me
             they
             cast
             iniquitie
             ,
          
           
             and
             they
             in
             wrath
             me
             hate
             .
          
        
         
           
             Sore
             pain'd
             within
             me
             is
             my
             heart
             ,
          
           
             deaths
             terrors
             on
             me
             fall
             ;
          
           
             On
             me
             comes
             trembling
             ,
             fear
             and
             dread
          
           
             o'rewhelmed
             me
             withall
             .
          
           
             O
             that
             I
             like
             a
             dove
             had
             wings
             ,
          
           
             said
             I
             ,
             then
             would
             I
             flie
          
           
             Far
             hence
             ,
             that
             I
             might
             finde
             a
             place
          
           
             where
             I
             in
             rest
             might
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lo
             then
             far
             off
             I
             wander
             would
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             the
             desert
             stay
             :
          
           
             From
             windy
             storm
             and
             tempest
             I
          
           
             would
             haste
             to
             scape
             away
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             on
             them
             destruction
             bring
             ,
          
           
           
             and
             do
             their
             tongues
             divide
             :
          
           
             For
             in
             the
             city
             violence
             ,
          
           
             and
             strife
             I
             have
             espide
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             day
             and
             night
             upon
             the
             walls
          
           
             do
             go
             about
             it
             round
             :
          
           
             There
             mischief
             is
             ,
             and
             sorrow
             there
          
           
             in
             midst
             of
             it
             is
             found
             .
          
           
             Abundant
             wickednesse
             there
             is
          
           
             within
             her
             inward
             part
             ;
          
           
             And
             from
             her
             streets
             deceitfulnesse
          
           
             and
             guile
             do
             not
             depart
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             was
             no
             foe
             that
             me
             reproach'd
             ,
          
           
             then
             that
             endure
             I
             could
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             hater
             that
             did
             '
             gainst
             me
             boast
             ,
          
           
             from
             him
             me
             hide
             I
             would
             .
          
           
             But
             thou
             man
             ,
             who
             mine
             equal
             ,
             guide
             ,
          
           
             and
             mine
             acquaintance
             wast
             ,
          
           
             We
             join'd
             sweet
             counsels
             ,
             to
             Gods
             house
          
           
             in
             company
             we
             past
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             death
             upon
             them
             seise
             ,
             and
             down
          
           
             let
             them
             go
             quick
             to
             hell
             ;
          
           
             For
             wickednesse
             doth
             much
             abound
          
           
             among
             them
             where
             they
             dwell
             .
          
           
             I
             'le
             call
             on
             God
             ,
             God
             will
             me
             save
             .
          
           
             I
             'le
             pray
             and
             make
             a
             noise
          
           
             At
             evening
             ,
             morning
             ,
             and
             at
             noon
             ;
          
           
             and
             he
             shall
             hear
             my
             voice
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             hath
             my
             soul
             delivered
             ,
          
           
             that
             it
             in
             peace
             might
             be
             ,
          
           
             From
             battell
             that
             against
             me
             was
             ,
          
           
             for
             many
             were
             with
             me
             .
          
           
           
             The
             Lord
             shall
             hear
             ,
             and
             them
             afflict
             ,
          
           
             of
             old
             who
             hath
             abode
             :
          
           
             Because
             they
             never
             changes
             have
             ,
          
           
             therefore
             they
             fear
             not
             God.
             
          
        
         
           
             '
             Gainst
             those
             that
             were
             at
             peace
             with
             him
          
           
             he
             hath
             put
             forth
             his
             hand
             :
          
           
             The
             covenant
             that
             he
             had
             made
             ,
          
           
             by
             breaking
             he
             prophan'd
             .
          
           
             More
             smooth
             then
             butter
             were
             his
             words
             ,
          
           
             while
             in
             his
             heart
             was
             war
             ;
          
           
             His
             speeches
             were
             more
             soft
             then
             oyl
             ,
          
           
             and
             yet
             drawn
             swords
             they
             are
             .
          
        
         
           
             Cast
             thou
             thy
             burden
             on
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             he
             shall
             thee
             sustain
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             he
             shall
             cause
             the
             righteous
             man
          
           
             unmoved
             to
             remain
             .
          
           
             But
             thou
             ,
             O
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
             those
             men
          
           
             in
             justice
             shalt
             o'rethrow
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             destructions
             dungeon
             dark
          
           
             at
             last
             shalt
             lay
             them
             low
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             bloudy
             and
             deceitfull
             men
          
           
             shall
             not
             live
             half
             their
             dayes
             ;
          
           
             But
             upon
             thee
             with
             confidence
          
           
             I
             will
             depend
             alwayes
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LVI
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Jonath-elemrechokim
           ,
           Michtam
           of
           David
           ,
           when
           the
           Philistines
           took
           him
           in
           Gath.
           
        
         
           
             SHew
             mercy
             ,
             Lord
             to
             me
             :
             for
             man
          
           
             would
             swallow
             me
             outright
             :
          
           
           
             He
             me
             oppresseth
             ,
             while
             he
             doth
          
           
             against
             me
             daily
             fight
             .
          
           
             They
             daily
             would
             me
             swallow
             up
             ,
          
           
             that
             hate
             me
             spitefully
             ;
          
           
             For
             they
             be
             many
             that
             do
             fight
          
           
             against
             me
             ,
             O
             most
             hie
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             I
             'm
             afraid
             ,
             I
             'le
             trust
             in
             thee
             :
          
           
             In
             God
             I
             'le
             praise
             his
             word
             ,
          
           
             I
             will
             not
             fear
             what
             flesh
             can
             do
             ,
          
           
             my
             trust
             is
             in
             the
             Lord.
          
           
             Each
             day
             they
             wrest
             my
             words
             ,
             their
             thoughts
          
           
             '
             gainst
             me
             are
             all
             for
             ill
             .
          
           
             They
             meet
             ,
             they
             lurk
             ,
             they
             mark
             my
             steps
          
           
             waiting
             my
             soul
             to
             kill
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             shall
             they
             by
             iniquitie
          
           
             escape
             thy
             judgement
             so
             ?
          
           
             O
             God
             ,
             with
             indignation
             ,
             down
          
           
             do
             thou
             the
             people
             throw
             .
          
           
             My
             wandrings
             all
             what
             they
             have
             been
          
           
             thou
             know'st
             ,
             their
             number
             took
             .
          
           
             Into
             thy
             bottle
             put
             my
             tears
             ,
          
           
             are
             they
             not
             in
             thy
             book
             ?
          
        
         
           
             My
             foes
             shall
             ,
             when
             I
             cry
             ,
             turn
             back
             ,
          
           
             I
             know
             't
             ,
             God
             is
             for
             me
             .
          
           
             In
             God
             his
             word
             I
             'le
             praise
             ,
             his
             word
          
           
             in
             God
             shall
             praised
             be
             .
          
           
             In
             God
             I
             trust
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             fear
          
           
             what
             man
             can
             do
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             Thy
             vows
             upon
             me
             are
             ,
             O
             God
             :
          
           
             I
             'le
             render
             praise
             to
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Wilt
             thou
             not
             ,
             who
             from
             death
             me
             sav'd
             ,
          
           
           
           
           
           
           
             my
             feet
             from
             falls
             keep
             free
             ,
          
           
             To
             walk
             before
             God
             in
             the
             light
          
           
             of
             those
             that
             living
             be
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LVII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           Al-taschith
           ,
           Michtam
           of
           David
           ,
           when
           he
           fled
           from
           Saul
           in
           the
           cave
           ,
        
         
           
             BE
             mercifull
             to
             me
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
          
           
             thy
             mercy
             unto
             me
          
           
             Do
             thou
             extend
             ,
             because
             my
             soul
          
           
             doth
             put
             her
             trust
             in
             thee
             .
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             in
             the
             shadow
             of
             thy
             wings
          
           
             my
             refuge
             I
             will
             place
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             these
             sad
             calamities
          
           
             do
             wholly
             overpasse
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             cry
             I
             will
             cause
             to
             ascend
          
           
             unto
             the
             Lord
             most
             hie
             ,
          
           
             To
             God
             ,
             who
             doth
             all
             things
             for
             me
          
           
             perform
             most
             perfectly
             .
          
           
             From
             heav'n
             he
             shall
             send
             down
             ,
             and
             me
          
           
             from
             his
             reproach
             defend
             ,
          
           
             That
             would
             devour
             me
             ;
             God
             his
             truth
          
           
             and
             mercy
             forth
             shall
             send
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             soul
             among
             fierce
             lions
             is
             ,
          
           
             I
             firebrands
             live
             among
             ,
          
           
             Mens
             sons
             ,
             whose
             teeth
             are
             spears
             and
             darts
             ,
          
           
             a
             sharp
             sword
             is
             their
             tongue
             .
          
           
             Be
             thou
             exalted
             very
             high
          
           
             above
             the
             heav'ns
             ,
             O
             God
             ;
          
           
             Let
             thou
             thy
             glory
             be
             advanc'd
          
           
             o're
             all
             the
             earth
             abroad
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             My
             soul
             's
             bow'd
             down
             ,
             for
             they
             a
             net
          
           
             have
             laid
             ,
             my
             steps
             to
             snare
             ;
          
           
             Into
             the
             pit
             ,
             which
             they
             have
             dig'd
          
           
             for
             me
             ,
             they
             fallen
             are
             .
          
           
             My
             heart
             is
             fixt
             ,
             my
             heart
             is
             fixt
             ,
          
           
             O
             God
             ,
             I
             'le
             sing
             ,
             and
             praise
             .
          
           
             My
             glory
             wake
             ,
             wake
             psaltry
             ,
             harp
             ;
          
           
             my self
             I
             'le
             early
             raise
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             'le
             praise
             thee
             'mong
             the
             people
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             'mong
             nations
             sing
             will
             I
             ▪
          
           
             For
             great
             to
             heav'n
             thy
             mercy
             is
             ,
          
           
             thy
             truth
             is
             to
             the
             sky
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             exalted
             be
             thy
             Name
             ,
          
           
             above
             the
             heav'ns
             to
             stand
             :
          
           
             Do
             thou
             thy
             glory
             far
             advance
          
           
             above
             both
             sea
             and
             land
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LVIII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           Al-taschith
           ,
           Michtam
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             DO
             ye
             ,
             O
             congregation
             ,
          
           
             indeed
             speak
             righteousnesse
             ?
          
           
             O
             ye
             that
             are
             the
             sons
             of
             men
             ,
          
           
             judge
             ye
             with
             uprightnesse
             ?
          
           
             Yea
             ev'n
             within
             your
             very
             hearts
          
           
             ye
             wickednesse
             have
             done
             ;
          
           
             And
             ye
             the
             violence
             of
             your
             hands
          
           
             do
             weigh
             the
             earth
             upon
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             wicked
             men
             estranged
             are
          
           
             ev'n
             from
             the
             very
             womb
             ;
          
           
             They
             speaking
             lies
             do
             stray
             ,
             as
             soon
          
           
           
             as
             to
             the
             world
             they
             come
             .
          
           
             Unto
             a
             serpents
             poyson
             like
          
           
             their
             poyson
             doth
             appear
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             they
             are
             like
             the
             adder
             deaf
             ,
          
           
             that
             closely
             stops
             her
             ear
             :
          
        
         
           
             That
             so
             she
             may
             not
             hear
             the
             voice
          
           
             of
             one
             that
             charm
             her
             would
             ,
          
           
             No
             not
             though
             he
             most
             cunning
             were
             ,
          
           
             and
             charm
             most
             wisely
             could
             .
          
           
             Their
             teeth
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
             within
             their
             mouth
          
           
             break
             thou
             in
             pieces
             small
             ;
          
           
             The
             great
             teeth
             break
             thou
             out
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             of
             these
             young
             lions
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             them
             like
             waters
             melt
             away
             ,
          
           
             which
             downward
             still
             do
             flow
             :
          
           
             In
             pieces
             cut
             his
             arrows
             all
             ,
          
           
             when
             he
             shall
             bend
             his
             bow
             .
          
           
             Like
             to
             a
             snail
             that
             melts
             away
             ,
          
           
             let
             each
             of
             them
             be
             gone
             :
          
           
             Like
             womans
             birth
             untimely
             ,
             that
          
           
             they
             never
             see
             the
             sun
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             shall
             them
             take
             away
             ,
             before
          
           
             your
             pots
             the
             thorns
             can
             finde
             ,
          
           
             Both
             living
             ,
             and
             in
             fury
             great
             ,
          
           
             as
             with
             a
             stormy
             winde
             .
          
           
             The
             righteous
             when
             he
             vengeance
             sees
             ,
          
           
             he
             shall
             be
             joyfull
             then
             ;
          
           
             The
             righteous
             one
             shall
             wash
             his
             feet
          
           
             in
             bloud
             of
             wicked
             men
             .
          
        
         
           
             So
             men
             shall
             say
             ,
             the
             righteous
             man
          
           
             reward
             shall
             never
             misse
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             verily
             upon
             the
             earth
          
           
             a
             God
             to
             judge
             there
             is
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LIX
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           Al-taschith
           ,
           Michtam
           of
           David
           :
           when
           Saul
           sent
           ,
           and
           they
           watched
           the
           house
           to
           kill
           him
           .
        
         
           
             MY
             God
             ,
             deliver
             me
             from
             those
          
           
             that
             are
             mine
             enemies
             :
          
           
             And
             do
             thou
             me
             defend
             from
             those
          
           
             that
             up
             against
             me
             rise
             .
          
           
             Do
             thou
             deliver
             me
             from
             them
          
           
             that
             work
             iniquity
             ;
          
           
             And
             give
             me
             safety
             from
             the
             men
          
           
             of
             bloud
             cruelty
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             lo
             ,
             they
             for
             my
             soul
             lay
             wait
             ;
          
           
             the
             mighty
             do
             combine
          
           
             Against
             me
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             not
             for
             my
             fault
             ,
          
           
             nor
             any
             sin
             of
             mine
             .
          
           
             They
             run
             ,
             and
             without
             fault
             in
             me
          
           
             themselves
             do
             ready
             make
             :
          
           
             Awake
             to
             meet
             me
             with
             thy
             help
             ,
          
           
             and
             do
             thou
             notice
             take
             .
          
        
         
           
             Awake
             therefore
             ,
             Lord
             God
             of
             hosts
             ▪
          
           
             thou
             God
             of
             Israel
             ,
          
           
             To
             visit
             Heathen
             all
             :
             spare
             none
          
           
             that
             wickedly
             rebell
             .
          
           
             At
             ev'ning
             they
             go
             to
             and
             fro
             ;
          
           
             they
             make
             great
             noise
             ,
             and
             sound
          
           
             Like
             to
             a
             dog
             ,
             and
             often
             walk
          
           
             about
             the
             city
             round
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Behold
             ,
             they
             belch
             out
             with
             their
             mouth
             ;
          
           
             and
             in
             their
             lips
             are
             swords
             :
          
           
             For
             they
             do
             say
             thus
             ,
             who
             is
             he
          
           
             that
             now
             doth
             hear
             our
             words
             ?
          
           
             But
             thou
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             shalt
             laugh
             at
             them
             ,
          
           
             and
             all
             the
             Heathen
             mock
             .
          
           
             While
             he
             's
             in
             pow'r
             I
             'le
             wait
             on
             thee
             :
          
           
             for
             God
             is
             my
             high
             rock
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             of
             my
             mercy
             that
             is
             God
             ,
          
           
             betimes
             shall
             me
             prevent
             :
          
           
             Upon
             mine
             enemies
             God
             shall
             let
          
           
             me
             see
             mine
             hearts
             content
             .
          
           
             Them
             slay
             not
             ,
             left
             my
             folk
             forget
             ;
          
           
             but
             scatter
             them
             abroad
          
           
             By
             thy
             strong
             pow'r
             ;
             and
             bring
             them
             down
             ,
          
           
             O
             thou
             our
             shield
             ,
             and
             God.
             
          
        
         
           
             For
             their
             mouths
             sin
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             words
          
           
             that
             from
             their
             lips
             do
             fly
             ,
          
           
             Let
             them
             be
             taken
             in
             their
             pride
             ,
          
           
             because
             they
             curse
             and
             lye
             .
          
           
             In
             wrath
             consume
             them
             ,
             them
             consume
             ,
          
           
             that
             so
             they
             may
             not
             be
             :
          
           
             And
             that
             in
             Jacob
             God
             doth
             rule
          
           
             to
             th'
             earths
             ends
             let
             them
             see
             .
          
        
         
           
             At
             evening
             let
             thou
             them
             return
             ,
          
           
             making
             great
             noise
             ,
             and
             sound
          
           
             Like
             to
             a
             dog
             ,
             and
             often
             walk
          
           
             about
             the
             city
             round
             .
          
           
             And
             let
             them
             wander
             up
             and
             down
          
           
             in
             seeking
             food
             ,
             to
             eat
             ;
          
           
             And
             let
             them
             grudge
             when
             they
             shall
             not
          
           
             be
             satisfi'd
             with
             meat
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             But
             of
             thy
             pow'r
             I
             'le
             sing
             aloud
          
           
             at
             morn
             thy
             mercy
             praise
             :
          
           
             For
             thou
             to
             me
             my
             refuge
             wast
             ,
          
           
             and
             towr
             in
             troublous
             dayes
             .
          
           
             O
             God
             ,
             that
             art
             my
             strength
             ,
             I
             will
          
           
             sing
             praises
             unto
             thee
             ;
          
           
             For
             God
             is
             my
             defence
             ,
             a
             God
          
           
             of
             mercy
             unto
             me
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LX.
          
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Shushan-eduth
           ,
           Michtam
           of
           David
           ,
           to
           teach
           ,
           when
           he
           strove
           with
           
             Aram
             Naharaim
          
           ,
           and
           with
           
             Aram
             Zobah
          
           ,
           when
           Joab
           returned
           ,
           and
           smote
           of
           Edom
           in
           the
           valley
           of
           salt
           ,
           twelve
           thousand
           ,
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             thou
             hast
             rejected
             us
             ,
          
           
             and
             scattered
             us
             abroad
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             justly
             hast
             displeased
             been
             ,
          
           
             return
             to
             us
             ,
             O
             God.
          
           
             The
             earth
             to
             tremble
             thou
             hast
             made
             ;
          
           
             therein
             didst
             breaches
             make
             :
          
           
             Do
             thou
             thereof
             the
             breaches
             heal
             ,
          
           
             because
             the
             land
             doth
             shake
             .
          
        
         
           
             Unto
             thy
             people
             ,
             thou
             hard
             things
          
           
             hast
             shew'd
             ,
             and
             on
             them
             sent
             :
          
           
             And
             thou
             hast
             caused
             us
             to
             drink
          
           
             wine
             of
             astonishment
             .
          
           
             And
             yet
             a
             banner
             thou
             hast
             given
          
           
             to
             them
             who
             thee
             do
             fear
             :
          
           
             That
             it
             by
             them
             ,
             because
             of
             truth
          
           
             displayed
             may
             appear
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             That
             thy
             beloved
             people
             may
          
           
             delivered
             be
             from
             thrall
             ;
          
           
             Save
             with
             the
             pow'r
             of
             thy
             right
             hand
             ,
          
           
             and
             hear
             me
             when
             I
             call
             .
          
           
             God
             in
             his
             holinesse
             hath
             spoke
             ,
          
           
             herein
             I
             will
             take
             pleasure
             :
          
           
             Shechem
             I
             will
             divide
             ,
             and
             forth
          
           
             will
             Succoths
             valley
             measure
             .
          
        
         
           
             Gilead
             I
             claim
             as
             mine
             ,
             by
             right
             ,
          
           
             Manasseh
             mine
             shall
             be
             ,
          
           
             Ephraim
             is
             of
             mine
             head
             the
             strength
             ,
          
           
             Judah
             gives
             laws
             for
             me
             .
          
           
             Moab's
             my
             washing-pot
             ,
             my
             shoe
          
           
             I
             'le
             over
             Edom
             throw
             :
          
           
             And
             over
             Palestina's
             land
          
           
             I
             will
             in
             triumph
             go
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             who
             is
             he
             will
             bring
             me
             to
          
           
             the
             city
             fortifi'd
             ?
          
           
             O
             who
             is
             he
             that
             to
             the
             land
          
           
             of
             Edom
             will
             me
             guide
             ?
          
           
             O
             God
             ,
             which
             hadest
             us
             cast
             off
             ,
          
           
             this
             thing
             wilt
             thou
             not
             do
             ?
          
           
             Ev'n
             thou
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
             which
             didest
             not
          
           
             forth
             with
             our
             armies
             go
             .
          
        
         
           
             Help
             us
             from
             trouble
             :
             for
             the
             help
          
           
             is
             vain
             which
             man
             supplies
             .
          
           
             Through
             God
             wee
             'l
             do
             great
             acts
             :
             he
             shall
          
           
             tread
             down
             our
             enemies
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXI
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Neginoth
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             O
             God
             ,
             give
             ear
             unto
             my
             cry
             .
          
           
             unto
             my
             pray'r
             attend
             .
          
           
             From
             th'
             utmost
             corner
             of
             the
             land
          
           
             my
             cry
             to
             thee
             I
             'le
             send
             ,
          
           
             What
             time
             my
             heart
             is
             overwhelm'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             perplexity
             ;
          
           
             Do
             thou
             me
             lead
             unto
             the
             Rock
          
           
             that
             higher
             is
             then
             I.
             
          
        
         
           
             For
             thou
             hast
             for
             my
             refuge
             been
          
           
             a
             shelter
             by
             thy
             pow'r
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             for
             defence
             against
             my
             foes
             ,
          
           
             thou
             hast
             been
             a
             strong
             tow'r
          
           
             Within
             thy
             Tabernacle
             I
          
           
             for
             ever
             will
             abide
             :
          
           
             And
             under
             covert
             of
             thy
             wings
          
           
             with
             confidence
             me
             hide
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             thou
             ,
             the
             vows
             that
             I
             did
             make
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
             didst
             hear
             :
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             given
             me
             the
             heritage
          
           
             of
             those
             thy
             Name
             that
             fear
             .
          
           
             A
             life
             prolong'd
             for
             many
             dayes
          
           
             thou
             to
             the
             King
             shalt
             give
             :
          
           
             Like
             many
             generations
             be
          
           
             the
             years
             which
             he
             shall
             live
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             in
             Gods
             presence
             ,
             his
             abode
          
           
             for
             evermore
             shall
             have
             :
          
           
             O
             do
             thou
             truth
             and
             mercy
             both
          
           
           
             prepare
             that
             may
             him
             save
             .
          
           
             And
             so
             will
             I
             perpetually
          
           
             sing
             praise
             unto
             thy
             Name
             .
          
           
             That
             ,
             having
             made
             my
             vows
             ,
             I
             may
          
           
             each
             day
             perform
             the
             same
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           to
           Jeduthun
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             MY
             soul
             with
             expectation
          
           
             depends
             on
             God
             indeed
             ;
          
           
             My
             strength
             and
             my
             salvation
             doth
          
           
             from
             him
             alone
             proceed
             .
          
           
             He
             onely
             my
             salvation
             is
             ,
          
           
             and
             my
             strong
             rock
             is
             He
             ;
          
           
             He
             onely
             is
             my
             sure
             defence
             ;
          
           
             much
             mov'd
             I
             shall
             not
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             long
             will
             ye
             against
             a
             man
          
           
             plot
             mischief
             ?
             ye
             shall
             all
          
           
             Be
             slain
             ,
             ye
             as
             a
             tottering
             fence
          
           
             shall
             be
             ,
             and
             bowing
             wall
             .
          
           
             They
             onely
             plot
             to
             cast
             him
             down
          
           
             from
             his
             excellency
             ;
          
           
             They
             joy
             in
             lies
             ,
             with
             mouth
             they
             blesse
             ,
          
           
             but
             they
             curse
             inwardly
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             soul
             wait
             thou
             with
             patience
          
           
             upon
             thy
             God
             alone
             :
          
           
             On
             him
             dependeth
             all
             my
             hope
          
           
             and
             expectation
             .
          
           
             He
             onely
             my
             salvation
             is
             ,
          
           
             and
             my
             strong
             Rock
             is
             He
             ;
          
           
             He
             onely
             is
             my
             sure
             defence
             :
          
           
             I
             shall
             not
             moved
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             In
             God
             my
             glory
             placed
             is
             ,
          
           
             and
             my
             salvation
             sure
             :
          
           
             In
             God
             the
             Rock
             is
             of
             my
             strength
             ,
          
           
             my
             refuge
             most
             secure
             .
          
           
             Ye
             people
             place
             your
             confidence
          
           
             in
             him
             continually
             ;
          
           
             Before
             him
             pour
             ye
             out
             your
             heart
             :
          
           
             God
             is
             our
             refuge
             hie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Surely
             mean
             men
             are
             vanitie
             ,
          
           
             and
             great
             men
             are
             a
             lie
             :
          
           
             In
             ballance
             laid
             ,
             they
             wholly
             are
          
           
             more
             light
             then
             vanitie
             .
          
           
             Trust
             ye
             not
             in
             oppression
             ,
          
           
             in
             robbery
             be
             not
             vain
             :
          
           
             On
             wealth
             set
             not
             your
             hearts
             ,
             when
             as
          
           
             increased
             is
             your
             gain
             .
          
        
         
           
             God
             hath
             it
             spoken
             once
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             yea
             ,
             this
             I
             heard
             again
             ,
          
           
             That
             power
             ,
             to
             Almighty
             God
          
           
             alone
             ,
             doth
             appertain
             .
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             mercy
             also
             unto
             thee
          
           
             belongs
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             alone
             ;
          
           
             For
             thou
             according
             to
             his
             work
          
           
             rewardest
             every
             one
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXIII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           ,
           when
           he
           was
           in
           the
           wildernesse
           of
           Judah
           .
        
         
           
             LOrd
             ,
             thee
             my
             God
             I
             'le
             early
             seek
             :
          
           
             my
             soul
             doth
             thirst
             for
             thee
             ,
          
           
             My
             flesh
             longs
             in
             a
             dry
             parcht
             land
             ,
          
           
             wherein
             no
             waters
             be
             .
          
           
           
             That
             I
             thy
             power
             may
             behold
             ,
          
           
             and
             brightnesse
             of
             thy
             face
             ,
          
           
             As
             I
             have
             seen
             thee
             heretofore
             ,
          
           
             within
             thy
             holy
             place
             .
          
        
         
           
             Since
             better
             is
             thy
             love
             then
             life
             ,
          
           
             my
             lips
             thee
             praise
             shall
             give
             .
          
           
             I
             in
             thy
             Name
             will
             lift
             my
             hands
             ,
          
           
             and
             blesse
             thee
             while
             I
             live
             .
          
           
             Ev'n
             as
             with
             marrow
             and
             with
             fat
             ,
          
           
             my
             soul
             shall
             filled
             be
             ;
          
           
             Then
             shall
             my
             mouth
             ,
             with
             joyfull
             lips
             ,
          
           
             sing
             praises
             unto
             thee
             :
          
        
         
           
             When
             I
             do
             thee
             upon
             my
             bed
          
           
             remember
             with
             delight
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             on
             thee
             I
             meditate
          
           
             in
             watches
             of
             the
             night
             .
          
           
             In
             shadow
             of
             thy
             wings
             I
             'le
             joy
             .
          
           
             for
             thou
             mine
             help
             hast
             been
             .
          
           
             My
             soul
             thee
             follows
             hard
             ;
             and
             me
          
           
             thy
             right
             hand
             doth
             sustain
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             seek
             my
             soul
             to
             spill
             ,
             shall
             sink
          
           
             down
             to
             earths
             lowest
             room
             :
          
           
             They
             by
             thy
             sword
             shall
             be
             cut
             off
             ,
          
           
             and
             foxes
             prey
             become
             .
          
           
             Yet
             shall
             the
             King
             in
             God
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             and
             each
             one
             glory
             shall
          
           
             That
             swear
             by
             him
             ,
             but
             stopt
             shall
             be
          
           
             the
             mouth
             of
             liers
             all
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXIV
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             VVHen
             I
             to
             thee
             my
             prayer
             make
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             to
             my
             voice
             give
             ear
             :
          
           
             My
             life
             save
             from
             the
             enemy
          
           
             of
             whom
             I
             stand
             in
             fear
             .
          
           
             Me
             from
             their
             secret
             counsell
             hide
          
           
             who
             do
             live
             wickedly
             ;
          
           
             From
             insurrection
             of
             those
             men
          
           
             that
             work
             iniquity
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             do
             their
             tongues
             with
             malice
             whet
             ,
          
           
             and
             make
             them
             cut
             like
             swords
             ;
          
           
             In
             whose
             bent
             bows
             are
             arrows
             set
             ;
          
           
             ev'n
             sharp
             and
             bitter
             words
             :
          
           
             That
             they
             may
             at
             the
             perfect
             man
          
           
             in
             secret
             aim
             their
             shot
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             suddenly
             they
             dare
             at
             him
          
           
             to
             shoot
             and
             fear
             it
             not
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             ill
             encourage
             they
             themselves
             ;
          
           
             and
             their
             snares
             close
             to
             lay
          
           
             Together
             conference
             they
             have
             ,
          
           
             Who
             shall
             them
             see
             ?
             they
             say
             .
          
           
             They
             have
             searcht
             out
             iniquities
             ,
          
           
             a
             perfect
             search
             they
             keep
             :
          
           
             Of
             each
             of
             them
             the
             inward
             thought
             ,
          
           
             and
             very
             heart
             is
             deep
             .
          
        
         
           
             God
             shall
             an
             arrow
             shoot
             at
             them
             ,
          
           
             and
             wound
             them
             suddenly
             .
          
           
             So
             their
             own
             tongue
             shal
             them
             confound
             :
          
           
             all
             who
             them
             see
             shall
             fly
             .
          
           
           
             And
             on
             all
             men
             a
             fear
             shall
             fall
             ;
          
           
             Gods
             works
             they
             shall
             declare
             :
          
           
             For
             they
             shall
             wisely
             notice
             take
          
           
             what
             these
             his
             doings
             are
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             God
             the
             righteous
             shall
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             and
             trust
             upon
             his
             might
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             they
             ,
             shall
             greatly
             glory
             all
             ,
          
           
             in
             heart
             that
             are
             upright
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXV
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           and
           song
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             PRaise
             waits
             for
             thee
             in
             Sion
             ,
             Lord
             ;
          
           
             to
             thee
             vows
             paid
             shall
             be
             .
          
           
             O
             thou
             that
             hearer
             art
             of
             pray'r
             ,
          
           
             all
             flesh
             shall
             come
             to
             thee
             .
          
           
             Iniquities
             ,
             I
             must
             confesse
             ,
          
           
             prevail
             against
             me
             do
             :
          
           
             But
             as
             for
             our
             transgressions
             ,
          
           
             them
             purge
             away
             shalt
             thou
             .
          
        
         
           
             Blest
             is
             the
             man
             whom
             thou
             dost
             choose
             ,
          
           
             and
             mak'st
             approach
             to
             thee
             :
          
           
             That
             he
             within
             thy
             courts
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             may
             still
             a
             dweller
             be
             :
          
           
             We
             surely
             shall
             be
             satisfi'd
          
           
             with
             thy
             abundant
             grace
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             goodnes
             of
             thy
             House
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             of
             thy
             holy
             place
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             God
             of
             our
             salvation
             ,
          
           
             thou
             in
             thy
             righteousnesse
          
           
           
             By
             fearfull
             works
             unto
             our
             pray'rs
          
           
             thine
             answer
             dost
             expresse
             :
          
           
             Therefore
             the
             ends
             of
             all
             the
             earth
             ,
          
           
             and
             these
             afar
             that
             be
          
           
             Upon
             the
             sea
             ,
             their
             confidence
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             will
             place
             in
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             ,
             being
             girt
             with
             pow'r
             ,
             sets
             fast
             ,
          
           
             by
             his
             great
             strength
             ,
             the
             hills
             .
          
           
             Who
             noise
             of
             seas
             ,
             noise
             of
             their
             waves
             ,
          
           
             and
             peoples
             tumult
             stills
             .
          
           
             Those
             in
             the
             utmost
             parts
             that
             dwell
          
           
             are
             at
             thy
             signes
             afraid
             :
          
           
             Th'outgoings
             of
             the
             morn
             and
             even
          
           
             by
             thee
             are
             joyfull
             made
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             earth
             thou
             visit'st
             watring
             it
             ,
          
           
             thou
             mak'st
             it
             rich
             to
             grow
          
           
             With
             Gods
             full
             flood
             ;
             thou
             corn
             prepar'st
             ,
          
           
             when
             thou
             provid'st
             it
             so
             .
          
           
             Her
             ridges
             thou
             dost
             water
             much
             ,
          
           
             her
             furrows
             settleft
             ;
          
           
             With
             showres
             thou
             dost
             her
             mollifie
             ,
          
           
             her
             spring
             by
             thee
             is
             blest
             .
          
        
         
           
             So
             thou
             the
             year
             most
             liberally
          
           
             dost
             with
             thy
             goodnesse
             crown
             ;
          
           
             And
             all
             thy
             paths
             abundantly
          
           
             on
             us
             drop
             fatnesse
             down
             .
          
           
             They
             drop
             upon
             the
             pastures
             wide
             ,
          
           
             that
             do
             in
             deserts
             ly
             :
          
           
             The
             little
             hills
             on
             every
             side
          
           
             rejoyce
             right
             pleasantly
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             flocks
             the
             pastures
             cloathed
             be
             ,
          
           
           
             the
             vales
             with
             corn
             are
             clad
             ;
          
           
             And
             now
             they
             shout
             and
             sing
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
             for
             thou
             hast
             made
             them
             glad
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXVI
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           song
           or
           psalm
           .
        
         
           
             ALL
             lands
             to
             God
             in
             joyfull
             sounds
          
           
             aloft
             your
             voices
             raise
             .
          
           
             Sing
             forth
             the
             honour
             of
             his
             Name
             ,
          
           
             and
             glorious
             make
             his
             praise
             .
          
           
             Say
             unto
             God
             ,
             How
             terrible
          
           
             in
             all
             thy
             works
             art
             thou
             ?
          
           
             Through
             thy
             great
             pow'r
             thy
             foes
             to
             thee
          
           
             shall
             be
             constrain'd
             to
             bow
             .
          
        
         
           
             All
             on
             the
             earth
             shall
             worship
             thee
             ,
          
           
             they
             shall
             thy
             praise
             proclaime
             .
          
           
             In
             songs
             :
             they
             shall
             sing
             cheerfully
          
           
             unto
             thy
             holy
             Name
             .
          
           
             Come
             ,
             and
             the
             works
             that
             God
             hath
             wrought
          
           
             with
             admiration
             see
             :
          
           
             In
             's
             workings
             to
             the
             sons
             of
             men
          
           
             most
             terrible
             is
             he
             .
          
        
         
           
             Into
             dry
             land
             the
             sea
             he
             turn'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             they
             a
             passage
             had
             .
          
           
             Ev'n
             marching
             through
             the
             floud
             on
             foot
             ,
          
           
             there
             we
             in
             him
             were
             glad
             .
          
           
             He
             ruleth
             ever
             by
             his
             power
             ,
          
           
             his
             eyes
             the
             nations
             see
             :
          
           
             O
             let
             not
             the
             rebellious
             ones
          
           
             lift
             up
             themselves
             on
             hie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ye
             people
             blesse
             our
             God
             ;
             aloud
          
           
           
             the
             voice
             speak
             of
             his
             praise
             .
          
           
             Our
             soul
             in
             life
             who
             safe
             preserves
             ,
          
           
             our
             foot
             from
             sliding
             stays
             .
          
           
             For
             thou
             didst
             prove
             ,
             and
             try
             us
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             as
             men
             do
             silver
             try
             ;
          
           
             Broughtst
             us
             into
             the
             net
             ,
             and
             mad'st
          
           
             bands
             on
             our
             loins
             to
             ly
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             hast
             caus'd
             men
             ride
             o're
             our
             heads
             ;
          
           
             and
             though
             that
             we
             did
             passe
          
           
             Through
             fire
             and
             water
             ,
             yet
             thou
             broughtst
          
           
             us
             to
             a
             wealthy
             place
             .
          
           
             I
             'le
             bring
             burnt-offrings
             to
             thy
             house
             ,
          
           
             to
             thee
             my
             vows
             I
             'le
             pay
             ,
          
           
             Which
             my
             lips
             utter'd
             ,
             my
             mouth
             spake
          
           
             when
             trouble
             on
             me
             lay
             .
          
        
         
           
             Burnt-sacrifices
             of
             fat
             rams
          
           
             with
             incense
             I
             will
             bring
             ;
          
           
             Of
             bullocks
             and
             of
             goats
             I
             will
          
           
             present
             an
             offering
             .
          
           
             All
             that
             fear
             God
             come
             hear
             ,
             I
             'le
             tell
          
           
             what
             he
             did
             for
             my
             soul
             .
          
           
             I
             with
             my
             mouth
             unto
             him
             cryd
          
           
             my
             tongue
             did
             him
             extoll
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             in
             my
             heart
             I
             sin
             regard
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lord
             me
             will
             not
             hear
             :
          
           
             But
             surely
             God
             me
             heard
             ,
             and
             to
          
           
             my
             prayers
             voice
             gave
             ear
             .
          
           
             O
             let
             the
             Lord
             ,
             our
             gracious
             God
             ,
          
           
             for
             ever
             blessed
             be
             ,
          
           
             Who
             turned
             not
             my
             pray'r
             from
             him
             ,
          
           
             nor
             yet
             his
             grace
             from
             me
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
           
             
               PSAL.
               LXVII
            
             .
             To
             the
             chief
             musician
             on
             Neginoth
             ,
             A
             Psalm
             or
             song
             .
          
           
             
               LOrd
               ,
               blesse
               and
               pity
               us
               ,
            
             
               shine
               on
               us
               with
               thy
               face
               :
            
             
               That
               th'
               earth
               thy
               way
               ,
               and
               nations
               all
            
             
               may
               know
               thy
               saving
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Let
               people
               praise
               thee
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               let
               people
               all
               thee
               praise
               .
            
             
               O
               let
               the
               nations
               be
               glad
               ,
            
             
               in
               songs
               their
               voices
               raise
               :
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               'lt
               justly
               people
               judge
               ,
            
             
               on
               earth
               rule
               nations
               all
               .
            
             
               Let
               people
               praise
               thee
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               let
               them
            
             
               praise
               thee
               both
               great
               and
               small
               .
            
             
               The
               earth
               her
               fruit
               shall
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               our
               God
               shall
               blessing
               send
               .
            
             
               God
               shall
               us
               blesse
               ,
               men
               shall
               him
               fear
               ,
            
             
               unto
               earths
               utmost
               end
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               LOrd
               ,
               unto
               us
               be
               mercifull
               ,
            
             
               do
               thou
               us
               also
               blesse
               :
            
             
               And
               graciously
               cause
               shine
               on
               us
            
             
               the
               brightnesse
               of
               his
               face
               .
            
             
               That
               so
               thy
               way
               upon
               the
               earth
            
             
               to
               all
               men
               may
               be
               known
               ,
            
             
               Also
               among
               the
               nations
               all
            
             
               thy
               saying
               health
               be
               shown
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               let
               the
               people
               praise
               thee
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
             
               let
               people
               all
               thee
               praise
               .
            
             
               O
               let
               the
               nations
               be
               glad
               ,
            
             
               and
               sing
               for
               joy
               always
               :
            
             
               For
               rightly
               thou
               shalt
               people
               judge
               ,
            
             
               and
               nations
               rule
               on
               earth
               .
            
             
               Let
               people
               praise
               thee
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               let
               all
            
             
               the
               folk
               praise
               thee
               with
               mirth
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               shall
               the
               earth
               yeeld
               her
               increase
               ,
            
             
               God
               ,
               our
               God
               blesse
               us
               shall
               .
            
             
               God
               shall
               us
               blesse
               ,
               and
               of
               the
               earth
            
             
               the
               ends
               shall
               fear
               him
               all
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXVIII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           or
           song
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             LEt
             God
             arise
             ,
             and
             scattered
          
           
             let
             all
             his
             enemies
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             let
             all
             those
             that
             do
             him
             hate
          
           
             before
             his
             presence
             flee
             .
          
           
             As
             smoak
             is
             driven
             ,
             so
             drive
             thou
             them
             :
          
           
             as
             fire
             melts
             wax
             away
             ,
          
           
             Before
             Gods
             face
             let
             wicked
             men
          
           
             so
             perish
             and
             decay
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             let
             the
             righteous
             be
             glad
             ,
          
           
             let
             them
             before
             Gods
             sight
          
           
             Be
             very
             joyfull
             ,
             yea
             let
             them
          
           
             rejoyce
             with
             all
             their
             might
             .
          
           
             To
             God
             sing
             ,
             to
             his
             Name
             sing
             praise
             ,
          
           
             extoll
             him
             with
             your
             voice
             ,
          
           
             That
             rides
             on
             heav'n
             by
             his
             Name
             JAH
             ,
          
           
             before
             his
             face
             rejoyce
             .
          
        
         
           
             Because
             the
             Lord
             a
             Father
             is
          
           
           
             unto
             the
             fatherlesse
             :
          
           
             God
             is
             the
             widows
             judge
             ,
             within
          
           
             his
             place
             of
             holinesse
             .
          
           
             God
             doth
             the
             solitary
             set
          
           
             in
             families
             ;
             and
             from
             bands
          
           
             The
             chain'd
             doth
             free
             ,
             but
             rebels
             do
          
           
             inhabit
             parched
             lands
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             God
             ,
             what
             time
             thou
             didst
             go
             forth
          
           
             before
             thy
             peoples
             face
             ;
          
           
             And
             when
             ,
             through
             the
             great
             wildernesse
             ,
          
           
             thy
             glorious
             marching
             was
             ;
          
           
             Then
             at
             Gods
             presence
             shook
             the
             earth
             ,
          
           
             then
             drops
             from
             heaven
             fell
             ;
          
           
             This
             Sinai
             shook
             before
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             the
             God
             Israel
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             God
             ,
             thou
             to
             thine
             heritage
          
           
             didst
             send
             a
             plenteous
             rain
             ;
          
           
             Whereby
             thou
             ,
             when
             it
             weary
             was
             ,
          
           
             didst
             it
             refresh
             again
             .
          
           
             Thy
             congregation
             then
             did
             make
          
           
             their
             habitation
             there
             :
          
           
             Of
             thine
             own
             goodnesse
             for
             the
             poor
             ,
          
           
             O
             God
             ,
             thou
             didst
             prepare
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             himself
             did
             give
             the
             word
             ,
          
           
             the
             word
             abroad
             did
             spread
             ;
          
           
             Great
             was
             the
             company
             of
             them
          
           
             the
             same
             who
             published
             .
          
           
             Kings
             of
             great
             armies
             foiled
             were
             ,
          
           
             and
             forc'd
             to
             flee
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             women
             ,
             who
             remain'd
             at
             home
             ,
          
           
             did
             distribute
             the
             prey
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Though
             ye
             have
             lyen
             among
             the
             pots
             ,
          
           
             like
             doves
             ye
             shall
             appear
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             wings
             with
             silver
             ,
             and
             with
             gold
          
           
             whose
             feathers
             covered
             are
             .
          
           
             When
             there
             th'
             Almighty
             scatt'red
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             like
             Salmons
             snow
             't
             was
             white
             .
          
           
             Gods
             hill
             is
             like
             to
             Bashan
             hill
             ,
          
           
             like
             Bashan
             hill
             for
             hight
             .
          
        
         
           
             Why
             do
             ye
             leap
             ye
             mountains
             high
             ?
          
           
             this
             is
             the
             hill
             where
             God
          
           
             Desires
             to
             dwell
             ,
             yea
             God
             in
             it
          
           
             for
             ay
             will
             make
             abode
             .
          
           
             Gods
             chariots
             twenty
             thousand
             are
             ,
          
           
             thousands
             of
             Angels
             strong
             ;
          
           
             In
             's
             holy
             place
             God
             is
             ,
             as
             in
          
           
             mount
             Sinai
             ,
             them
             among
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             hast
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             most
             glorious
          
           
             ascended
             up
             on
             hie
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             triumph
             victorious
             led
          
           
             captive
             captivitie
             :
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             received
             gifts
             for
             men
             ,
          
           
             for
             such
             as
             did
             rebell
             ,
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             ev'n
             for
             them
             ;
             that
             God
             the
             Lord
          
           
             in
             midst
             of
             them
             might
             dwell
             .
          
        
         
           
             Blest
             be
             the
             Lord
             ,
             who
             is
             to
             us
          
           
             of
             our
             salvation
             God
             ,
          
           
             Who
             daily
             with
             his
             benefits
          
           
             us
             plenteously
             doth
             load
             .
          
           
             He
             ,
             of
             salvation
             is
             the
             God
             ,
          
           
             who
             is
             our
             God
             most
             strong
             ▪
          
           
             And
             unto
             God
             the
             Lord
             from
             death
          
           
             the
             issues
             belong
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             But
             surely
             ,
             God
             shall
             wound
             the
             head
          
           
             of
             those
             that
             are
             his
             foes
             ;
          
           
             The
             hairy
             scalp
             of
             him
             that
             still
          
           
             on
             in
             his
             trespasse
             goes
             .
          
           
             God
             said
             ,
             my
             people
             I
             will
             bring
          
           
             again
             from
             Bashan
             hill
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             from
             the
             seas
             devouring
             deeps
             ,
          
           
             them
             bring
             again
             I
             will.
             
          
        
         
           
             That
             in
             the
             bloud
             of
             enemies
          
           
             thy
             foot
             imbru'd
             may
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             of
             thy
             dogs
             dipt
             in
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             the
             tongues
             thou
             mayest
             see
             .
          
           
             Thy
             goings
             they
             have
             seen
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
          
           
             the
             steps
             of
             Majesty
          
           
             Of
             my
             God
             ,
             and
             my
             mighty
             King
             ,
          
           
             within
             the
             sanctuary
             .
          
        
         
           
             Before
             went
             singers
             ,
             players
             next
          
           
             on
             instruments
             took
             way
             ;
          
           
             And
             them
             among
             the
             damsels
             were
          
           
             that
             did
             on
             timbrels
             play
             .
          
           
             Within
             the
             congregations
          
           
             blesse
             God
             with
             one
             accord
             ;
          
           
             From
             Isra'ls
             fountain
             do
             ye
             blesse
          
           
             and
             praise
             the
             mighty
             Lord.
             
          
        
         
           
             With
             their
             Prince
             little
             Benjamin
             ,
          
           
             Princes
             and
             councell
             there
          
           
             Of
             Judah
             were
             ,
             there
             Zabulons
          
           
             and
             Naphtalies
             Princes
             were
             .
          
           
             Thy
             God
             commands
             thy
             strength
             :
             make
             strong
          
           
             what
             thou
             wrought'st
             for
             us
             ,
             Lord.
          
           
             For
             thy
             house
             at
             Jerusalem
          
           
             Kings
             shall
             thee
             gifts
             afford
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             spear-mens
             host
             ,
             the
             multitude
          
           
             of
             bulls
             ,
             which
             fiercely
             look
             ,
          
           
             Those
             calves
             which
             people
             have
             forth
             sent
             ,
          
           
             O
             Lord
             our
             God
             rebuke
             ,
          
           
             Till
             every
             one
             submit
             himself
             ,
          
           
             and
             silver
             pieces
             bring
             :
          
           
             The
             people
             that
             delight
             in
             war
          
           
             disperse
             ,
             O
             God
             and
             King.
             
          
        
         
           
             Those
             that
             be
             Princes
             great
             ,
             shall
             then
          
           
             come
             out
             of
             Egypt
             lands
             ,
          
           
             And
             Aethiopia
             to
             God
          
           
             shall
             soon
             stretch
             out
             her
             hands
             .
          
           
             O
             all
             ye
             Kingdoms
             of
             the
             earth
             ,
          
           
             sing
             praises
             to
             this
             King
             ;
          
           
             For
             he
             is
             Lord
             that
             ruleth
             all
             ,
          
           
             unto
             him
             praises
             sing
             .
          
        
         
           
             To
             him
             that
             rides
             on
             heav'ns
             of
             heav'ns
          
           
             which
             he
             of
             old
             did
             found
             ;
          
           
             Lo
             ,
             he
             sends
             out
             his
             voice
             ,
             a
             voice
          
           
             in
             might
             that
             doth
             abound
             .
          
           
             Strength
             unto
             God
             do
             ye
             ascribe
             ;
          
           
             for
             his
             excellencie
          
           
             Is
             over
             Israel
             ,
             his
             strength
          
           
             is
             in
             the
             clouds
             most
             hie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou'
             rt
             from
             thy
             Temple
             dreadfull
             ,
             Lord
             ;
          
           
             Isra'ls
             own
             God
             is
             he
          
           
             Who
             gives
             his
             people
             strength
             ,
             and
             pow'r
             :
          
           
             O
             let
             God
             blessed
             be
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXIX
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Shoshannim
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             SAve
             me
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
             because
             the
             flouds
          
           
             do
             so
             environ
             me
             ,
          
           
             That
             ev'n
             into
             my
             very
             soul
          
           
             come
             in
             the
             waters
             be
             .
          
           
             I
             downward
             in
             deep
             mire
             do
             sink
             ,
          
           
             where
             standing
             there
             is
             none
             :
          
           
             I
             am
             into
             deep
             waters
             come
             ,
          
           
             where
             flouds
             have
             o're
             me
             gone
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             weary
             with
             my
             crying
             am
             ,
          
           
             my
             throat
             is
             also
             dry'd
             ;
          
           
             Mine
             eyes
             do
             fail
             ,
             while
             for
             my
             God
          
           
             I
             waiting
             do
             abide
             .
          
           
             Those
             men
             that
             do
             without
             a
             cause
          
           
             bear
             hatred
             unto
             me
          
           
             Then
             are
             the
             hairs
             upon
             my
             head
             ,
          
           
             in
             number
             moe
             they
             be
             :
          
        
         
           
             They
             that
             would
             me
             destroy
             ,
             and
             are
          
           
             mine
             enemies
             wrongfully
          
           
             Are
             mighty
             :
             so
             ,
             what
             I
             took
             not
             ,
          
           
             to
             render
             forc'd
             was
             I.
          
           
             Lord
             thou
             my
             folly
             know'st
             ,
             my
             sins
          
           
             not
             covered
             are
             from
             thee
             .
          
           
             Let
             none
             that
             wait
             oh
             thee
             be
             sham'd
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             God
             of
             hosts
             ,
             for
             mee
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             the
             God
             of
             Israel
             ,
          
           
             let
             none
             ,
             who
             search
             do
             make
          
           
             And
             seek
             thee
             ,
             be
             at
             any
             time
          
           
             confounded
             for
             my
             sake
             .
          
           
           
             For
             I
             have
             born
             reproach
             for
             thee
             ,
          
           
             my
             face
             is
             hid
             with
             shame
             .
          
           
             To
             brethren
             strange
             ,
             to
             mothers
             sons
          
           
             an
             alien
             I
             became
             .
          
        
         
           
             Because
             the
             zeal
             did
             eat
             me
             up
          
           
             which
             to
             thy
             House
             I
             bare
             ;
          
           
             And
             the
             reproaches
             cast
             at
             thee
             ,
          
           
             upon
             me
             fallen
             are
             .
          
           
             My
             tears
             and
             fasts
             t'
             afflict
             my
             soul
          
           
             were
             turned
             to
             my
             shame
             .
          
           
             When
             sackcloth
             I
             did
             wear
             ,
             to
             them
          
           
             a
             proverb
             I
             became
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             men
             ,
             that
             in
             the
             gate
             do
             sit
             ,
          
           
             against
             me
             evill
             spake
             ;
          
           
             They
             also
             ,
             that
             vile
             drunkards
             were
             ,
          
           
             of
             me
             their
             song
             did
             make
             .
          
           
             But
             in
             an
             acceptable
             time
          
           
             my
             pray'r
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             is
             to
             thee
             :
          
           
             In
             truth
             of
             thy
             salvation
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             mercy
             great
             ,
             hear
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Deliver
             me
             out
             of
             the
             mire
             ,
          
           
             from
             sinking
             do
             me
             keep
             ;
          
           
             Free
             me
             from
             those
             that
             do
             me
             hate
             ,
          
           
             and
             from
             the
             waters
             deep
             .
          
           
             Let
             not
             the
             floud
             on
             me
             prevail
             ,
          
           
             whose
             water
             overflows
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             deep
             me
             swallow
             ,
             nor
             the
             pit
          
           
             her
             mouth
             upon
             me
             close
             .
          
        
         
           
             Hear
             me
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             because
             thy
             love
          
           
             and
             kindnesse
             is
             most
             good
             ;
          
           
             Turn
             unto
             me
             ,
             according
             to
          
           
           
             thy
             mercies
             multitude
             .
          
           
             Nor
             from
             thy
             servant
             hide
             thy
             face
             ,
          
           
             I
             'm
             troubled
             ,
             soon
             attend
             .
          
           
             Draw
             neer
             my
             soul
             ,
             and
             it
             redeem
             ,
          
           
             me
             from
             my
             foes
             defend
             .
          
        
         
           
             To
             thee
             is
             my
             reproach
             well
             known
             ,
          
           
             my
             shame
             ,
             and
             my
             disgrace
             :
          
           
             Those
             that
             mine
             adversaries
             be
             ,
          
           
             are
             all
             before
             thy
             face
             .
          
           
             Reproach
             hath
             broke
             my
             heart
             ,
             I
             'm
             full
          
           
             of
             grief
             ;
             I
             look'd
             for
             one
          
           
             To
             pity
             me
             ,
             but
             none
             I
             found
             ;
          
           
             comforters
             found
             I
             none
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             also
             bitter
             gall
             did
             give
          
           
             unto
             me
             for
             my
             meat
             :
          
           
             They
             gave
             me
             vineger
             to
             drink
             ,
          
           
             when
             as
             my
             thirst
             was
             great
             .
          
           
             Before
             them
             let
             their
             table
             prove
          
           
             a
             snare
             ;
             and
             do
             thou
             make
          
           
             Their
             welfare
             and
             prosperitie
          
           
             a
             trap
             ,
             themselves
             to
             take
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             thou
             their
             eyes
             so
             darkned
             be
             ,
          
           
             that
             sight
             may
             them
             forsake
             ;
          
           
             And
             let
             their
             loins
             be
             made
             by
             thee
          
           
             continually
             to
             shake
             .
          
           
             Thy
             fury
             pour
             thou
             out
             on
             them
             ,
          
           
             and
             indignation
             ;
          
           
             And
             let
             thy
             wrathfull
             anger
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             fast
             hold
             take
             them
             upon
             .
          
        
         
           
             All
             waste
             and
             desolate
             let
             be
          
           
             their
             habitation
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             in
             their
             tabernacles
             all
          
           
             inhabitants
             be
             none
             .
          
           
             Because
             him
             they
             do
             persecute
             ,
          
           
             whom
             thou
             didst
             smite
             before
             ;
          
           
             They
             talk
             unto
             the
             grief
             of
             those
          
           
             whom
             thou
             hast
             wounded
             sore
             .
          
        
         
           
             Adde
             thou
             iniquity
             unto
          
           
             their
             former
             wickednesse
             :
          
           
             And
             do
             not
             let
             them
             come
             at
             all
          
           
             into
             thy
             righteousnesse
             .
          
           
             Out
             of
             the
             book
             of
             life
             let
             them
          
           
             be
             raz'd
             ,
             and
             blotted
             quite
             ;
          
           
             Among
             the
             just
             and
             righteous
          
           
             let
             not
             their
             names
             be
             writ
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             now
             ,
             become
             exceeding
             poor
             ,
          
           
             and
             sorrowfull
             am
             I
             :
          
           
             By
             thy
             salvation
             ,
             O
             my
             God
             ,
          
           
             let
             me
             be
             set
             on
             hie
             .
          
           
             The
             Name
             of
             God
             ,
             I
             ,
             with
             a
             song
             ,
          
           
             most
             cheerfully
             will
             praise
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             ,
             in
             giving
             thanks
             to
             him
             ,
          
           
             his
             Name
             shall
             highly
             raise
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             to
             the
             Lord
             a
             sacrifice
          
           
             more
             gracious
             shall
             prove
             ,
          
           
             Then
             bullock
             ,
             ox
             ,
             or
             any
             beast
          
           
             that
             hath
             both
             horn
             and
             hoof
             .
          
           
             When
             this
             the
             humble
             men
             shall
             see
             ,
          
           
             it
             joy
             to
             them
             shall
             give
             :
          
           
             O
             all
             ye
             ,
             that
             do
             seek
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             your
             heart
             shall
             ever
             live
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             ,
             God
             the
             poor
             hears
             ,
             and
             will
             not
          
           
           
             his
             prisoners
             contemn
             .
          
           
             Let
             heav'n
             ,
             and
             earth
             ,
             and
             seas
             him
             praise
             ,
          
           
             and
             all
             that
             move
             in
             them
             .
          
           
             For
             God
             will
             Judah's
             cities
             build
             ,
          
           
             and
             He
             will
             Sion
             save
             ;
          
           
             That
             they
             may
             dwell
             therein
             ,
             and
             it
          
           
             in
             sure
             possession
             have
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             they
             that
             are
             his
             servants
             seed
             ,
          
           
             inherit
             shall
             the
             same
             ;
          
           
             So
             shall
             they
             have
             their
             dwelling
             there
             ,
          
           
             that
             love
             his
             blessed
             Name
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
               PSAL.
               LXX
            
             .
             To
             the
             chief
             musician
             ,
             A
             Psalm
             of
             David
             ,
             to
             bring
             to
             remembrance
             .
          
           
             
               LOrd
               ,
               haste
               me
               to
               deliver
               ,
            
             
               with
               speed
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               succour
               me
               .
            
             
               Let
               them
               ,
               that
               for
               my
               soul
               do
               seek
               ,
            
             
               sham'd
               and
               confounded
               be
               :
            
             
               Turn'd
               back
               be
               they
               and
               sham'd
               ,
            
             
               that
               in
               my
               hurt
               delight
               .
            
             
               Turn'd
               back
               be
               they
               ,
               Ha
               ha
               that
               say
               ,
            
             
               their
               shaming
               to
               requite
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               thee
               let
               all
               be
               glad
               ,
            
             
               and
               joy
               that
               seek
               for
               thee
               :
            
             
               Let
               them
               ,
               who
               thy
               salvation
               love
               ,
            
             
               say
               still
               ,
               God
               praised
               be
               .
            
             
               I
               poor
               and
               needy
               am
               ,
            
             
               come
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               and
               make
               no
               stay
               :
            
             
               My
               help
               thou
               and
               deliverer
               art
               ,
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               make
               no
               delay
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               MAke
               haste
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               me
               to
               preserve
               ,
            
             
               with
               speed
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               succour
               me
               .
            
             
               Let
               them
               that
               for
               my
               soul
               do
               seek
            
             
               sham'd
               and
               confounded
               be
               :
            
             
               Let
               them
               be
               turned
               back
               and
               sham'd
               ,
            
             
               that
               in
               my
               hurt
               delight
               .
            
             
               Turn'd
               back
               be
               they
               ,
               Ha
               ha
               that
               say
               ,
            
             
               their
               shaming
               to
               requite
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               in
               thee
               let
               all
               be
               glad
               ,
            
             
               and
               joy
               that
               seek
               for
               thee
               :
            
             
               Let
               them
               ,
               who
               thy
               salvation
               love
               ,
            
             
               say
               still
               ,
               God
               praised
               be
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               both
               poor
               and
               needy
               am
               :
            
             
               come
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               and
               make
               no
               stay
               :
            
             
               My
               help
               thou
               and
               deliverer
               art
               ,
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               make
               no
               delay
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           LXXI
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             my
             hope
             and
             confidence
          
           
             is
             plac'd
             in
             thee
             alone
             :
          
           
             Then
             let
             thy
             servant
             never
             be
          
           
             put
             to
             confusion
             .
          
           
             And
             let
             me
             ,
             in
             thy
             righteousnesse
             ,
          
           
             from
             thee
             deliv'rance
             have
             ;
          
           
             Cause
             me
             escape
             ,
             incline
             thine
             ear
          
           
             unto
             me
             ,
             and
             me
             save
             .
          
        
         
           
             Be
             thou
             my
             dwelling
             rock
             ,
             to
             which
          
           
             I
             ever
             may
             resort
             :
          
           
             Thou
             gav'st
             commandment
             me
             to
             save
             ,
          
           
             for
             thou'
             rt
             my
             rock
             and
             fort
             .
          
           
           
             Free
             me
             ,
             my
             God
             ,
             from
             wicked
             hands
             ,
          
           
             hands
             cruell
             and
             unjust
             .
          
           
             For
             thou
             ,
             O
             Lord
             God
             ,
             art
             my
             hope
             ,
          
           
             and
             ,
             from
             my
             youth
             ,
             my
             trust
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             from
             the
             womb
             didst
             hold
             me
             up
             :
          
           
             thou
             art
             the
             same
             that
             me
          
           
             Out
             of
             my
             mothers
             bowels
             took
             ,
          
           
             I
             ever
             will
             praise
             thee
             .
          
           
             To
             many
             I
             a
             wonder
             am
             ;
          
           
             but
             thou'
             rt
             my
             refuge
             strong
             .
          
           
             Fill'd
             let
             my
             mouth
             be
             with
             thy
             praise
             ,
          
           
             and
             honour
             ,
             all
             day
             long
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             do
             not
             cast
             me
             off
             ,
             when
             as
          
           
             old
             age
             doth
             overtake
             me
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             when
             my
             strength
             decayed
             is
             ,
          
           
             then
             do
             not
             Thou
             forsake
             me
             .
          
           
             For
             those
             that
             are
             mine
             enemies
             ,
          
           
             against
             me
             speak
             with
             hate
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             they
             together
             counsell
             take
          
           
             that
             for
             my
             soul
             lay
             wait
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             said
             ,
             God
             leaves
             him
             ;
             him
             pursue
          
           
             and
             take
             ;
             none
             will
             him
             save
             .
          
           
             Be
             Thou
             not
             far
             from
             me
             ,
             my
             God
             :
          
           
             thy
             speedy
             help
             I
             crave
             .
          
           
             Confound
             ,
             consume
             them
             ,
             that
             unto
          
           
             my
             soul
             are
             enemies
             :
          
           
             Cloath'd
             be
             they
             with
             reproach
             and
             shame
             ,
          
           
             that
             do
             my
             hurt
             devise
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             I
             with
             expectation
          
           
             will
             hope
             continually
             ;
          
           
             And
             yet
             with
             praises
             more
             and
             more
          
           
           
             I
             will
             thee
             magnify
             .
          
           
             Thy
             justice
             and
             salvation
          
           
             my
             mouth
             abroad
             shall
             show
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             all
             the
             day
             ;
             for
             I
             thereof
          
           
             the
             numbers
             do
             not
             know
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             I
             will
             constantly
             go
             on
          
           
             in
             strength
             of
             God
             ,
             the
             Lord
             :
          
           
             And
             thine
             own
             righteousnesse
             ,
             ev'n
             thine
          
           
             alone
             ,
             I
             will
             record
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             even
             from
             my
             youth
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
          
           
             by
             Thee
             I
             have
             been
             taught
             ;
          
           
             And
             hitherto
             I
             have
             declar'd
          
           
             the
             wonders
             Thou
             hast
             wrought
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             now
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             leave
             me
             not
             ,
             when
             I
          
           
             old
             and
             gray-headed
             grow
             ;
          
           
             Till
             to
             this
             age
             thy
             strength
             and
             pow'r
             ,
          
           
             to
             all
             to
             come
             I
             show
             .
          
           
             And
             thy
             most
             perfect
             righteousnesse
             ,
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             is
             very
             high
             ,
          
           
             Who
             hast
             so
             great
             things
             done
             :
             O
             God
             ,
          
           
             who
             is
             like
             unto
             Thee
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             Lord
             ,
             who
             great
             adversities
             ,
          
           
             and
             sore
             to
             me
             didst
             show
             ,
          
           
             Shalt
             quicken
             ,
             and
             bring
             me
             again
          
           
             from
             depths
             of
             earth
             below
             .
          
           
             My
             greatnesse
             ,
             and
             my
             pow'r
             thou
             wilt
          
           
             increase
             and
             far
             extend
             :
          
           
             On
             every
             side
             ,
             against
             all
             grief
             ,
          
           
             thou
             wilt
             me
             comfort
             send
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thee
             ,
             ev'n
             thy
             truth
             I
             'le
             also
             praise
             ,
          
           
             my
             God
             ,
             with
             psalterie
             :
          
           
           
             Thou
             holy
             One
             of
             Israel
             ,
          
           
             with
             harp
             I
             'le
             sing
             to
             Thee
             .
          
           
             My
             lips
             shall
             much
             rejoyce
             in
             Thee
             ,
          
           
             when
             I
             thy
             praises
             sound
             :
          
           
             My
             soul
             ,
             which
             Thou
             redeemed
             hast
             ,
          
           
             in
             joy
             shall
             much
             abound
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             tongue
             thy
             justice
             shall
             proclaim
             ,
          
           
             continuing
             all
             day
             long
             ;
          
           
             For
             they
             confounded
             are
             ,
             and
             sham'd
             ,
          
           
             that
             seek
             to
             do
             me
             wrong
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           for
           Solomon
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             thy
             judgements
             give
             the
             King
             ,
          
           
             his
             son
             thy
             righteousnesse
             .
          
           
             With
             right
             he
             shall
             thy
             people
             judge
             ,
          
           
             thy
             poor
             with
             uprightnesse
             .
          
           
             The
             lofty
             mountains
             shall
             bring
             forth
          
           
             unto
             the
             people
             peace
             ;
          
           
             Likewise
             the
             little
             hills
             the
             same
          
           
             shall
             do
             by
             righteousnesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             peoples
             poor
             ones
             he
             shall
             judge
             ,
          
           
             the
             needies
             children
             save
             :
          
           
             And
             those
             shall
             he
             in
             pieces
             break
          
           
             who
             them
             oppressed
             have
             .
          
           
             They
             shall
             thee
             fear
             ,
             while
             sun
             and
             moon
          
           
             do
             last
             ,
             through
             ages
             all
             .
          
           
             Like
             rain
             on
             mown
             grasse
             he
             shall
             drop
             ,
          
           
             or
             showres
             on
             earth
             that
             fall
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             just
             shall
             flourish
             in
             his
             dayes
             ,
          
           
             and
             prosper
             in
             his
             reign
             :
          
           
           
             He
             shall
             ,
             while
             doth
             the
             moon
             endure
             ,
          
           
             abundant
             peace
             maintain
          
           
             His
             large
             and
             great
             dominion
             shall
          
           
             from
             sea
             to
             sea
             extend
             ,
          
           
             It
             from
             the
             river
             shall
             reach
             forth
          
           
             unto
             earths
             utmost
             end
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             ,
             in
             the
             wildernesse
             that
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             bow
             down
             before
             him
             must
             :
          
           
             And
             they
             ,
             that
             are
             his
             enemies
             ,
          
           
             shall
             lick
             the
             very
             dust
             .
          
           
             The
             Kings
             of
             Tarshish
             ,
             and
             the
             Isles
          
           
             to
             him
             shall
             presents
             bring
             ;
          
           
             And
             unto
             him
             shall
             offer
             gifts
          
           
             Sheba's
             and
             Seba's
             King.
             
          
        
         
           
             Yea
             ,
             all
             the
             mighty
             Kings
             on
             earth
          
           
             before
             him
             down
             shall
             fall
             :
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             nations
             of
             the
             world
          
           
             do
             service
             to
             him
             shall
             .
          
           
             For
             He
             the
             needy
             shall
             preserve
             ,
          
           
             when
             he
             to
             Him
             doth
             call
             ;
          
           
             The
             poor
             also
             ,
             and
             him
             that
             hath
          
           
             no
             help
             of
             man
             at
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             poor
             man
             and
             the
             indigent
          
           
             in
             mercy
             He
             shall
             spare
             :
          
           
             He
             shall
             preserve
             alive
             the
             souls
          
           
             of
             those
             that
             needy
             are
             .
          
           
             Both
             from
             deceit
             and
             violence
             ,
          
           
             their
             soul
             He
             shall
             set
             free
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             His
             sight
             right
             precious
          
           
             and
             dear
             their
             bloud
             shall
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yea
             ,
             He
             shall
             live
             ,
             and
             giv'n
             to
             Him
          
           
           
             shall
             be
             of
             Sheba's
             gold
             ;
          
           
             For
             Him
             still
             shall
             they
             pray
             ,
             and
             He
          
           
             shall
             daily
             be
             extoll'd
             .
          
           
             Of
             corn
             an
             handfull
             in
             the
             earth
          
           
             on
             tops
             of
             mountains
             high
             ,
          
           
             With
             prosperous
             fruit
             shall
             shake
             ,
             like
             trees
          
           
             on
             Lebanon
             that
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             city
             shall
             be
             flourishing
             ,
          
           
             her
             citizens
             abound
          
           
             In
             number
             shall
             ,
             like
             to
             the
             grasse
          
           
             that
             growes
             upon
             the
             ground
             ,
          
           
             His
             Name
             for
             ever
             shall
             endure
             ,
          
           
             last
             like
             the
             sun
             it
             shall
             :
          
           
             Men
             shall
             be
             blest
             in
             Him
             ,
             and
             blest
          
           
             all
             nations
             shall
             Him
             call
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             blessed
             be
             the
             Lord
             ,
             our
             God
             ,
          
           
             the
             God
             of
             Israel
             ,
          
           
             For
             He
             alone
             doth
             wondrous
             works
             ,
          
           
             in
             glory
             that
             excell
             .
          
           
             And
             blessed
             be
             His
             glorious
             Name
          
           
             to
             all
             eternitie
             ;
          
           
             The
             whole
             earth
             let
             His
             glory
             fill
             :
          
           
             Amen
             ,
             so
             let
             it
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             prayers
             of
             David
             the
             son
             of
             Jesse
             are
             ended
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXIII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             YEt
             God
             is
             good
             to
             Israel
             ,
          
           
             to
             each
             pure
             hearted
             one
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             for
             me
             ,
             my
             steps
             neer
             slipt
             ,
          
           
             my
             feet
             were
             almost
             gone
             .
          
           
           
             For
             I
             envious
             was
             ,
             and
             grudg'd
          
           
             the
             foolish
             folk
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             When
             I
             perceiv'd
             the
             wicked
             sort
          
           
             enjoy
             prosperitie
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             still
             their
             strength
             continueth
             firm
             ,
          
           
             their
             death
             of
             bands
             is
             free
             :
          
           
             They
             are
             not
             toil'd
             as
             other
             men
             ,
          
           
             nor
             plagu'd
             as
             others
             be
             :
          
           
             Therefore
             ,
             their
             pride
             ,
             like
             to
             a
             chain
             ,
          
           
             them
             compasseth
             about
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             as
             a
             garment
             ,
             violence
          
           
             doth
             cover
             them
             throughout
             .
          
        
         
           
             Their
             eyes
             stand
             out
             with
             fat
             ,
             they
             have
          
           
             more
             then
             their
             hearts
             could
             wish
             .
          
           
             They
             are
             corrupt
             ,
             their
             talk
             of
             wrong
          
           
             both
             lewd
             and
             loftie
             is
             .
          
           
             They
             set
             their
             mouth
             against
             the
             heav'ns
             ,
          
           
             in
             their
             blasphemous
             talk
             ;
          
           
             And
             their
             reproaching
             tongue
             throughout
          
           
             the
             earth
             at
             large
             doth
             walk
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             people
             oftentimes
             for
             this
          
           
             look
             back
             ,
             and
             turn
             about
             ,
          
           
             Sith
             waters
             of
             so
             full
             a
             cup
          
           
             to
             these
             are
             poured
             out
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             they
             say
             ,
             How
             can
             it
             be
          
           
             that
             God
             these
             things
             doth
             know
             ?
          
           
             Or
             ,
             can
             there
             in
             the
             Highest
             be
          
           
             knowledge
             of
             things
             below
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Behold
             ,
             these
             are
             the
             wicked
             ones
             ,
          
           
             yet
             prosper
             at
             their
             will
          
           
             In
             worldly
             things
             ,
             they
             do
             increase
          
           
           
             in
             wealth
             and
             riches
             still
             .
          
           
             I
             verily
             have
             done
             in
             vain
          
           
             my
             heart
             to
             purifie
             :
          
           
             To
             no
             effect
             in
             innocence
          
           
             washed
             my
             hands
             have
             I.
             
          
        
         
           
             For
             dayly
             ,
             and
             all
             day
             throughout
          
           
             great
             plagues
             I
             suffered
             have
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             every
             morning
             I
             of
             new
          
           
             did
             chastisement
             receive
             .
          
           
             If
             in
             this
             manner
             foolishly
          
           
             to
             speak
             I
             would
             intend
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             childrens
             generation
          
           
             behold
             I
             should
             offend
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             I
             this
             thought
             to
             know
             ,
             it
             was
          
           
             too
             hard
             a
             thing
             for
             me
             ,
          
           
             Till
             to
             Gods
             Sanctuary
             I
             went
             ,
          
           
             then
             I
             their
             end
             did
             see
             .
          
           
             Assuredly
             thou
             didst
             them
             set
          
           
             a
             slippery
             place
             upon
             :
          
           
             Them
             suddenly
             thou
             castedst
             down
          
           
             into
             destruction
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             in
             a
             moment
             ,
             suddenly
          
           
             to
             ruine
             brought
             are
             they
             !
          
           
             With
             fearfull
             terrours
             utterly
          
           
             they
             are
             consum'd
             away
             .
          
           
             Ev'n
             like
             unto
             a
             dream
             ,
             when
             one
          
           
             from
             sleeping
             doth
             arise
             ;
          
           
             So
             thou
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             when
             thou
             awak'st
             ,
          
           
             their
             image
             shalt
             despise
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             grieved
             was
             my
             heart
             in
             me
             ,
          
           
             and
             me
             my
             reins
             opprest
             .
          
           
           
             So
             rude
             was
             I
             ,
             and
             ignorant
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             thy
             sight
             a
             beast
             .
          
           
             Neverthelesse
             continually
             ,
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             I
             am
             with
             thee
             :
          
           
             Thou
             do'st
             me
             hold
             by
             my
             right
             hand
             ,
          
           
             and
             still
             upholdest
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             ,
             with
             thy
             counsel
             ,
             while
             I
             live
             ,
          
           
             wilt
             me
             conduct
             and
             guide
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             thy
             glory
             afterward
          
           
             receive
             me
             ,
             to
             abide
             .
          
           
             Whom
             have
             I
             in
             the
             heavens
             high
             ,
          
           
             but
             thee
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             alone
             ?
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             earth
             ,
             whom
             I
             desire
          
           
             beside
             thee
             ,
             there
             is
             none
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             flesh
             and
             heart
             doth
             faint
             and
             fail
             ,
          
           
             but
             God
             doth
             fail
             me
             never
             ;
          
           
             For
             of
             my
             heart
             God
             is
             the
             strength
             ,
          
           
             and
             portion
             for
             ever
             .
          
           
             For
             lo
             ,
             those
             that
             are
             far
             from
             thee
             ,
          
           
             they
             quickly
             perish
             shall
             :
          
           
             Them
             ,
             that
             a-whoring
             from
             thee
             go
             ,
          
           
             thou
             hast
             destroyed
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             surely
             it
             is
             good
             for
             me
             ,
          
           
             that
             I
             draw
             near
             to
             God
             :
          
           
             In
             God
             I
             trust
             ,
             that
             all
             thy
             works
          
           
             I
             may
             declare
             abroad
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXIV
          
           .
           Maschil
           of
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             O
             God
             ,
             why
             hast
             thou
             cast
             us
             off
             ?
          
           
             is
             it
             for
             evermore
             ?
          
           
           
             Against
             thy
             pasture
             sheep
             why
             doth
          
           
             thine
             anger
             smoke
             so
             sore
             ?
          
           
             O
             call
             to
             thy
             rememberance
          
           
             thy
             congregation
             ,
          
           
             Which
             thou
             hast
             purchased
             of
             old
             ;
          
           
             still
             think
             the
             same
             upon
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             rod
             of
             thine
             inheritance
             ,
          
           
             which
             thou
             redeemed
             hast
             ,
          
           
             This
             Sion
             hill
             ,
             wherein
             thou
             hadst
             ,
          
           
             thy
             dwelling
             in
             times
             past
             .
          
           
             To
             these
             long
             desolations
          
           
             thy
             feet
             lift
             ,
             do
             not
             tarry
             ;
          
           
             For
             all
             the
             ills
             thy
             foes
             have
             done
          
           
             within
             thy
             Sanctuary
             .
          
        
         
           
             Amidst
             thy
             congregations
          
           
             thine
             enemies
             do
             roar
             :
          
           
             Their
             ensigns
             they
             set
             up
             ,
             for
             signs
          
           
             of
             triumph
             ,
             thee
             before
             .
          
           
             A
             man
             was
             famous
             ,
             and
             was
             had
          
           
             in
             estimation
             ,
          
           
             According
             as
             he
             lifted
             up
          
           
             his
             axe
             thick
             trees
             upon
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             all
             at
             once
             with
             axes
             now
          
           
             and
             hammers
             they
             go
             to
             ,
          
           
             And
             down
             the
             carved
             work
             thereof
          
           
             they
             break
             ,
             and
             quite
             undo
             .
          
           
             They
             fired
             have
             thy
             Sanctuary
             ,
          
           
             and
             have
             defil'd
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             By
             casting
             down
             unto
             the
             ground
          
           
             the
             place
             where
             dwelt
             thy
             Name
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             said
             they
             in
             their
             hearts
             ,
             Let
             us
          
           
           
             destroy
             them
             out
             of
             hand
             :
          
           
             They
             burnt
             up
             all
             the
             Synagogues
          
           
             of
             God
             ,
             within
             the
             land
             .
          
           
             Our
             signs
             we
             do
             not
             now
             behold
             ;
          
           
             there
             is
             not
             us
             among
          
           
             A
             prophet
             more
             ,
             nor
             any
             one
          
           
             that
             knows
             the
             time
             how
             long
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             long
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             shall
             the
             enemy
          
           
             thus
             in
             reproach
             exclaime
             ?
          
           
             And
             shall
             the
             adversary
             thus
          
           
             alwayes
             blaspheme
             thy
             Name
             ?
          
           
             Thy
             hand
             ,
             ev'n
             thy
             right
             hand
             of
             might
             ,
          
           
             why
             dost
             thou
             thus
             draw
             back
             ?
          
           
             O
             from
             thy
             bosome
             pluck
             it
             out
          
           
             for
             our
             deliverance
             sake
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             certainly
             God
             is
             my
             King
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             from
             the
             times
             of
             old
             ,
          
           
             Working
             in
             midst
             of
             all
             the
             earth
          
           
             salvation
             manifold
             .
          
           
             The
             sea
             ,
             by
             thy
             great
             pow'r
             to
             part
          
           
             asunder
             ,
             thou
             didst
             make
             ;
          
           
             And
             thou
             the
             dragons
             heads
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             within
             the
             waters
             brake
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Leviathans
             heads
             thou
             brake
          
           
             in
             pieces
             ,
             and
             didst
             give
          
           
             Him
             to
             be
             meat
             unto
             the
             folk
          
           
             in
             wildernesse
             that
             live
             .
          
           
             Thou
             clave
             the
             fountain
             and
             the
             floud
             ,
          
           
             which
             did
             with
             streams
             abound
             :
          
           
             Thou
             dry'dst
             the
             mighty
             waters
             up
          
           
             unto
             the
             very
             ground
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Thine
             onely
             is
             the
             day
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             thine
             also
             is
             the
             night
             ;
          
           
             And
             thou
             alone
             prepared
             hast
          
           
             the
             sun
             and
             shining
             light
             .
          
           
             By
             thee
             the
             borders
             of
             the
             earth
          
           
             were
             setled
             every
             where
             :
          
           
             The
             summer
             and
             the
             winter
             both
          
           
             by
             thee
             created
             were
             .
          
        
         
           
             That
             th'
             enemy
             reproached
             hath
             ,
          
           
             O
             keep
             it
             in
             record
             ;
          
           
             And
             that
             the
             foolish
             people
             have
          
           
             blasphem'd
             thy
             Name
             ,
             O
             Lord.
          
           
             Unto
             the
             multitude
             do
             not
          
           
             thy
             turtles
             soul
             deliver
             ;
          
           
             The
             congregation
             of
             thy
             poor
          
           
             do
             not
             forget
             for
             ever
             .
          
        
         
           
             Unto
             thy
             covenant
             have
             respect
             :
          
           
             for
             earths
             dark
             places
             be
          
           
             Full
             of
             the
             habitations
          
           
             of
             horrid
             crueltie
             .
          
           
             O
             let
             not
             those
             that
             be
             opprest
          
           
             return
             again
             with
             shame
             :
          
           
             Let
             those
             that
             poor
             and
             needy
             are
          
           
             give
             praise
             unto
             thy
             Name
             .
          
        
         
           
             Do
             thou
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
             arise
             and
             plead
          
           
             the
             cause
             ,
             that
             is
             thine
             own
             :
          
           
             Remember
             how
             thou
             art
             reproacht
          
           
             still
             by
             the
             foolish
             one
             .
          
           
             Do
             not
             forget
             the
             voice
             of
             those
          
           
             that
             are
             thine
             enemies
             :
          
           
             Of
             those
             the
             tumult
             ever
             grows
          
           
             that
             do
             against
             thee
             rise
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXXV
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           Al-taschith
           ,
           A
           psalm
           or
           song
           of
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             TO
             thee
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
             do
             we
             give
             thanks
             ,
          
           
             we
             do
             give
             thanks
             to
             thee
             :
          
           
             Because
             thy
             wondrous
             works
             declare
          
           
             thy
             great
             Name
             near
             to
             be
             .
          
           
             I
             purpose
             ,
             when
             I
             shall
             receive
          
           
             the
             congregation
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             shall
             judgement
             uprightly
          
           
             render
             to
             every
             one
             .
          
        
         
           
             Dissolved
             is
             the
             land
             ,
             with
             all
          
           
             that
             in
             the
             same
             do
             dwell
             ;
          
           
             But
             I
             the
             pillars
             thereof
             do
          
           
             bear
             up
             and
             stablish
             well
             .
          
           
             I
             ,
             to
             the
             foolish
             people
             said
             ,
          
           
             Do
             not
             deal
             foolishly
             ;
          
           
             And
             unto
             those
             that
             wicked
             are
             ,
          
           
             Lift
             not
             your
             horn
             on
             hie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lift
             not
             your
             horn
             on
             high
             ,
             nor
             speak
          
           
             with
             stubborn
             neck
             :
             but
             know
             ,
          
           
             That
             nor
             from
             East
             ,
             nor
             West
             ,
             nor
             South
          
           
             promotion
             doth
             flow
             .
          
           
             But
             God
             is
             Judge
             :
             He
             puts
             down
             one
             ,
          
           
             and
             sets
             another
             up
             .
          
           
             For
             in
             the
             hand
             of
             God
             most
             high
          
           
             of
             red
             wine
             is
             a
             cup
             ;
          
        
         
           
             It
             's
             full
             of
             mixture
             ;
             he
             pours
             forth
             ,
          
           
             and
             makes
             the
             wicked
             all
          
           
             Wring
             out
             the
             bitter
             dregs
             thereof
             ,
          
           
           
             yea
             ,
             and
             they
             drink
             them
             shall
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             ,
             for
             ever
             will
             declare
             ,
          
           
             I
             Jacobs
             God
             will
             praise
             .
          
           
             All
             horns
             of
             lewd
             men
             I
             'le
             cut
             off
             ;
          
           
             but
             just
             mens
             horns
             will
             raise
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXVI
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           on
           Neginoth
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           or
           song
           of
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             IN
             Judah's
             land
             God
             is
             well
             known
             ,
          
           
             his
             Name
             's
             in
             Israel
             great
             :
          
           
             In
             Salem
             is
             his
             Tabernacle
             ,
          
           
             in
             Sion
             is
             his
             Seat.
          
           
             There
             arrows
             of
             the
             bow
             he
             brake
             ,
          
           
             the
             shield
             ,
             the
             sword
             ,
             the
             war.
          
           
             More
             glorious
             thou
             then
             hils
             of
             prey
             ,
          
           
             more
             excellent
             art
             far
             .
          
        
         
           
             Those
             that
             were
             stout
             of
             heart
             are
             spoil'd
             ,
          
           
             they
             slept
             their
             sleep
             outright
             ;
          
           
             And
             none
             of
             those
             their
             hands
             did
             finde
          
           
             that
             were
             the
             men
             of
             might
             .
          
           
             When
             thy
             rebuke
             ,
             O
             Jacobs
             God
             ,
          
           
             had
             forth
             against
             them
             past
             ,
          
           
             Their
             horses
             and
             their
             chariots
             both
          
           
             were
             in
             a
             dead
             sleep
             cast
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             ev'n
             thou
             art
             He
             that
             should
          
           
             be
             fear'd
             ,
             and
             who
             is
             he
          
           
             That
             may
             stand
             up
             before
             thy
             sight
             ,
          
           
             if
             once
             thou
             angry
             be
             ?
          
           
             From
             heav'n
             thou
             judgement
             caus'd
             be
             heard
             ;
          
           
             the
             earth
             was
             still
             with
             fear
             ,
          
           
           
             When
             God
             to
             judgement
             rose
             ,
             to
             save
          
           
             all
             meek
             on
             earth
             that
             were
             .
          
        
         
           
             Surely
             the
             very
             wrath
             of
             man
          
           
             unto
             thy
             praise
             redounds
             :
          
           
             Thou
             to
             the
             remnant
             of
             his
             wrath
          
           
             wilt
             set
             restraining
             bounds
             .
          
           
             Vow
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
             your
             God
             ,
             and
             pay
             ;
          
           
             all
             ye
             that
             near
             Him
             be
          
           
             Bring
             gifts
             and
             presents
             unto
             Him
             ,
          
           
             for
             to
             be
             fear'd
             is
             He.
             
          
        
         
           
             By
             Him
             the
             spirits
             shall
             be
             cut
             off
          
           
             of
             those
             that
             princes
             are
             :
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Kings
             that
             are
             on
             earth
          
           
             He
             fearfull
             doth
             appear
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXVII
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           to
           Jeduthun
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             UNto
             the
             Lord
             I
             with
             my
             voice
             ,
          
           
             I
             unto
             God
             did
             cry
          
           
             Ev'n
             with
             my
             voice
             ,
             and
             unto
             me
          
           
             his
             ear
             he
             did
             apply
             .
          
           
             I
             in
             my
             trouble
             sought
             the
             Lord
             ;
          
           
             my
             sore
             by
             night
             did
             run
             ,
          
           
             And
             ceased
             not
             :
             my
             grieved
             soul
          
           
             did
             consolation
             shun
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             to
             remembrance
             God
             did
             call
             ,
          
           
             yet
             trouble
             did
             remain
             ;
          
           
             And
             overwhelm'd
             my
             spirit
             was
          
           
             whiles
             I
             did
             sore
             complain
             .
          
           
             Mine
             eyes
             debar'd
             from
             rest
             and
             sleep
             ,
          
           
           
             thou
             makest
             still
             to
             wake
             :
          
           
             My
             trouble
             is
             so
             great
             ,
             that
             I
          
           
             unable
             am
             to
             speak
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             dayes
             of
             old
             to
             minde
             I
             call'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             oft
             did
             think
             upon
          
           
             The
             times
             and
             ages
             ,
             that
             are
             past
          
           
             full
             many
             years
             agone
             .
          
           
             By
             night
             my
             song
             I
             call
             to
             minde
             ,
          
           
             and
             commune
             with
             my
             heart
             ,
          
           
             My
             sp'rit
             did
             carefully
             inquire
          
           
             how
             I
             might
             ease
             my
             smart
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             ever
             will
             the
             Lord
             cast
             off
             ?
          
           
             and
             gracious
             be
             no
             more
             ?
          
           
             For
             ever
             is
             his
             mercy
             gone
             ?
          
           
             fails
             his
             word
             evermore
             ?
          
           
             Is
             't
             true
             that
             to
             be
             gracious
          
           
             the
             Lord
             forgotten
             hath
             ?
          
           
             And
             that
             his
             tender
             mercies
             He
          
           
             hath
             shut
             up
             in
             his
             wrath
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Then
             did
             I
             say
             ,
             that
             surely
             this
          
           
             is
             mine
             infirmitie
             :
          
           
             I
             'le
             minde
             the
             years
             of
             the
             right
             hand
          
           
             of
             Him
             that
             is
             most
             hie
             .
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             I
             remember
             will
             the
             works
          
           
             performed
             by
             the
             Lord
             ;
          
           
             The
             wonders
             done
             of
             old
             by
             thee
          
           
             I
             surely
             will
             record
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             also
             will
             of
             all
             thy
             works
          
           
             my
             meditation
             make
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             thy
             doings
             to
             discourse
          
           
             great
             pleasure
             I
             will
             take
             .
          
           
           
             O
             God
             ,
             thy
             way
             most
             holy
             is
          
           
             within
             thy
             Sanctuary
             :
          
           
             And
             what
             God
             is
             so
             great
             in
             pow'r
             ,
          
           
             as
             is
             our
             God
             most
             hie
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             art
             the
             God
             that
             wonders
             do'st
          
           
             by
             thy
             right
             hand
             most
             strong
             ;
          
           
             Thy
             mighty
             pow'r
             thou
             hast
             declar'd
          
           
             the
             nations
             among
             .
          
           
             To
             thine
             own
             people
             with
             thine
             arm
          
           
             thou
             didst
             redemption
             bring
             ;
          
           
             To
             Jacobs
             sons
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             Tribes
          
           
             of
             Joseph
             that
             do
             spring
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             waters
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             perceived
             thee
             ,
          
           
             the
             waters
             saw
             thee
             well
             ;
          
           
             And
             they
             for
             fear
             aside
             did
             flie
             ;
          
           
             the
             depths
             on
             trembling
             fell
             .
          
           
             The
             clouds
             in
             water
             forth
             were
             pour'd
             ,
          
           
             sound
             loudly
             did
             the
             sky
             ;
          
           
             And
             swiftly
             through
             the
             world
             abroad
          
           
             thine
             arrows
             fierce
             did
             fly
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             thunders
             voice
             alongst
             the
             heav'n
          
           
             a
             mighty
             noise
             did
             make
             :
          
           
             By
             lightnings
             lightned
             was
             the
             world
             ,
          
           
             th'
             earth
             tremble
             did
             and
             shake
             .
          
           
             Thy
             way
             is
             in
             the
             sea
             ,
             and
             in
          
           
             the
             waters
             great
             thy
             path
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             are
             thy
             footsteps
             hid
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             none
             knowledge
             thereof
             hath
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             people
             thou
             didst
             safely
             lead
          
           
             like
             to
             a
             flock
             of
             sheep
             ,
          
           
             By
             Moses
             hand
             and
             Aarons
             Thou
          
           
             didst
             them
             conduct
             and
             keep
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXVIII
          
           .
           Maschil
           of
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             A
             Trend
             ,
             my
             people
             ,
             to
             my
             Law
             ,
          
           
             thereto
             give
             thou
             an
             ear
             :
          
           
             The
             words
             that
             from
             my
             mouth
             proceed
          
           
             attentively
             do
             hear
             .
          
           
             My
             mouth
             shall
             speak
             a
             parable
             ,
          
           
             and
             sayings
             dark
             of
             old
             :
          
           
             The
             same
             which
             we
             have
             heard
             ,
             and
             known
             ,
          
           
             and
             us
             our
             fathers
             told
             .
          
        
         
           
             We
             also
             will
             them
             not
             conceal
          
           
             from
             their
             posteritie
             :
          
           
             Them
             to
             the
             generation
          
           
             to
             come
             declare
             will
             we
             :
          
           
             The
             praises
             of
             the
             Lord
             our
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             His
             Almighty
             strength
             ,
          
           
             The
             wondrous
             works
             that
             He
             hath
             done
          
           
             we
             will
             shew
             forth
             at
             length
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             testimony
             and
             His
             law
          
           
             in
             Israel
             He
             did
             place
             ,
          
           
             And
             charg'd
             ,
             our
             fathers
             ,
             it
             to
             show
          
           
             to
             their
             succeeding
             race
             .
          
           
             That
             so
             the
             race
             ,
             which
             was
             to
             come
             ,
          
           
             might
             well
             them
             learn
             and
             know
             ;
          
           
             And
             sons
             unborn
             ,
             who
             should
             arise
             ,
          
           
             might
             to
             their
             sons
             them
             show
             :
          
        
         
           
             That
             they
             might
             set
             their
             hope
             in
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             suffer
             not
             to
             fall
          
           
             His
             mighty
             works
             out
             of
             their
             minde
             ,
          
           
             but
             keep
             His
             precepts
             all
             .
          
           
           
             And
             might
             not
             ,
             like
             their
             fathers
             ,
             be
          
           
             a
             stiff
             rebellious
             race
             ,
          
           
             A
             race
             not
             right
             in
             heart
             ;
             with
             God
          
           
             whose
             sp'rit
             not
             stedfast
             was
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             sons
             of
             Ephraim
             ,
             who
             nor
             bows
          
           
             nor
             other
             arms
             did
             lack
             ,
          
           
             When
             as
             the
             day
             of
             battell
             was
          
           
             they
             faintly
             turned
             back
             .
          
           
             They
             brake
             Gods
             cov'nant
             ,
             and
             refus'd
          
           
             in
             His
             commands
             to
             go
             .
          
           
             His
             works
             and
             wonders
             they
             forgot
             ,
          
           
             which
             He
             to
             them
             did
             show
             .
          
        
         
           
             Things
             marvellous
             He
             brought
             to
             passe
             ,
          
           
             their
             fathers
             them
             beheld
             ,
          
           
             Within
             the
             land
             of
             Aegypt
             done
             ,
          
           
             yea
             ev'n
             in
             Zoans
             field
             .
          
           
             By
             Him
             divided
             was
             the
             sea
             ,
          
           
             He
             caus'd
             them
             through
             to
             passe
             ;
          
           
             And
             He
             the
             water
             made
             to
             stand
             ,
          
           
             that
             like
             an
             heap
             it
             was
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             cloud
             by
             day
             ,
             with
             light
             of
             fire
          
           
             all
             night
             he
             did
             them
             guide
             .
          
           
             In
             desert
             rocks
             He
             clave
             and
             drink
          
           
             as
             from
             great
             depths
             supply'd
             .
          
           
             He
             from
             the
             rock
             brought
             streams
             ,
             like
             flouds
          
           
             made
             waters
             to
             run
             down
             .
          
           
             Yet
             sinning
             more
             ,
             in
             desert
             they
          
           
             provok'd
             the
             Highest
             One.
             
          
        
         
           
             For
             ,
             in
             their
             heart
             they
             tempted
             God
             :
          
           
             and
             speaking
             with
             mistrust
             ,
          
           
             They
             greedily
             did
             meat
             require
          
           
           
             to
             satisfie
             their
             lust
             .
          
           
             Against
             the
             Lord
             himself
             they
             spake
             ,
          
           
             and
             murmuring
             said
             thus
             ,
          
           
             A
             table
             in
             the
             wildernesse
          
           
             can
             God
             prepare
             for
             us
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Behold
             ,
             He
             smote
             the
             rock
             ,
             and
             thence
          
           
             came
             streams
             and
             waters
             great
             ;
          
           
             But
             can
             He
             give
             His
             people
             bread
             ?
          
           
             and
             send
             them
             flesh
             to
             eat
             ?
          
           
             The
             Lord
             did
             hear
             ,
             and
             waxed
             wroth
             ,
          
           
             so
             kindled
             was
             a
             flame
          
           
             '
             Gainst
             Jacob
             ;
             and
             '
             gainst
             Israel
          
           
             up
             indignation
             came
             :
          
        
         
           
             For
             they
             believ'd
             not
             God
             ,
             nor
             trust
          
           
             in
             His
             salvation
             had
             :
          
           
             Though
             flouds
             above
             He
             did
             command
             ,
          
           
             and
             heav'ns
             doors
             open
             made
             ;
          
           
             And
             Manna
             rain'd
             on
             them
             ,
             and
             gave
          
           
             them
             corn
             of
             heav'n
             to
             eat
             .
          
           
             Man
             Angels
             food
             did
             eat
             ,
             to
             them
          
           
             He
             to
             the
             full
             sent
             meat
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             in
             the
             heaven
             He
             did
             cause
          
           
             an
             Eastern
             winde
             to
             blow
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             his
             power
             He
             let
             out
          
           
             the
             Southern
             winde
             to
             go
             .
          
           
             Then
             flesh
             ,
             as
             thick
             as
             dust
             ,
             He
             made
          
           
             to
             rain
             down
             them
             among
             ;
          
           
             And
             feathered
             fowls
             ,
             like
             as
             the
             sand
          
           
             which
             ly'th
             the
             shore
             along
             .
          
        
         
           
             At
             his
             command
             amidst
             their
             camp
          
           
             these
             showres
             of
             flesh
             down
             fell
             ,
          
           
           
             All
             round
             about
             the
             tabernacles
          
           
             and
             tents
             where
             they
             did
             dwell
             .
          
           
             So
             did
             they
             eat
             abundantly
             ,
          
           
             and
             had
             of
             meat
             their
             fill
             ;
          
           
             For
             He
             did
             give
             to
             them
             what
             was
          
           
             their
             own
             desire
             and
             will.
             
          
        
         
           
             They
             from
             their
             lust
             had
             not
             estrang'd
          
           
             their
             heart
             and
             their
             desire
             ;
          
           
             But
             while
             the
             meat
             was
             in
             their
             mouth
             ,
          
           
             which
             they
             did
             so
             require
             ,
          
           
             Gods
             wrath
             upon
             them
             came
             ,
             and
             slew
          
           
             the
             fattest
             of
             them
             all
             ;
          
           
             So
             that
             the
             choise
             of
             Israel
             ,
          
           
             o'rethrown
             by
             death
             ,
             did
             fall
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             notwithstanding
             of
             all
             this
             ,
          
           
             they
             sinned
             still
             the
             more
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             though
             He
             had
             great
             wonders
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             believ'd
             Him
             not
             therefore
             .
          
           
             Wherefore
             their
             dayes
             in
             vanity
          
           
             He
             did
             consume
             and
             wast
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             His
             wrath
             their
             wretched
             years
          
           
             away
             in
             trouble
             past
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             when
             He
             slew
             them
             ,
             then
             they
             did
          
           
             to
             seek
             Him
             shew
             desire
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             they
             return'd
             ,
             and
             after
             God
          
           
             right
             early
             did
             inquire
             .
          
           
             And
             that
             the
             Lord
             had
             been
             their
             Rock
          
           
             they
             did
             remember
             then
             :
          
           
             Ev'n
             that
             the
             high
             Almighty
             God
          
           
             had
             their
             Redeemer
             been
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             with
             their
             mouth
             they
             flatter'd
             Him
             ,
          
           
           
             and
             spake
             but
             fainedly
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             unto
             the
             God
             of
             truth
          
           
             with
             their
             false
             tongues
             did
             ly
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             though
             their
             words
             were
             good
             ,
             their
             heart
          
           
             with
             Him
             was
             not
             sincere
             :
          
           
             Unstedfast
             and
             perfidious
          
           
             they
             in
             his
             covenant
             were
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             full
             of
             pity
             ,
             He
             forgave
          
           
             their
             sin
             ,
             them
             did
             not
             slay
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             stirr'd
             up
             all
             His
             wrath
             ,
             but
             oft
          
           
             his
             anger
             turn'd
             away
             .
          
           
             For
             that
             they
             were
             but
             fading
             flesh
          
           
             to
             minde
             He
             did
             recall
             ;
          
           
             A
             winde
             that
             passeth
             soon
             away
             ,
          
           
             and
             not
             returns
             at
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             often
             did
             they
             Him
             provoke
          
           
             within
             the
             wildernesse
             ?
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             desert
             did
             Him
             grieve
          
           
             with
             their
             rebelliousnesse
             ?
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             turning
             back
             they
             tempted
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             limits
             set
             upon
          
           
             Him
             who
             in
             midst
             of
             Israel
             is
          
           
             the
             onely
             Holy
             One.
             
          
        
         
           
             They
             did
             not
             call
             to
             minde
             His
             pow'r
             ;
          
           
             nor
             yet
             the
             day
             when
             He
          
           
             Delivered
             them
             out
             of
             the
             hand
          
           
             of
             their
             fierce
             enemie
             .
          
           
             Nor
             how
             great
             signes
             in
             Aegypt
             land
          
           
             He
             openly
             had
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             What
             miracles
             in
             Zoans
             field
          
           
             His
             hand
             to
             passe
             had
             brought
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             How
             lakes
             and
             rivers
             every
             where
          
           
             He
             turned
             into
             bloud
             ;
          
           
             So
             that
             nor
             man
             ,
             nor
             beast
             could
             drink
          
           
             of
             standing
             lake
             or
             floud
             .
          
           
             He
             brought
             among
             them
             swarms
             of
             flies
             ,
          
           
             which
             did
             them
             sore
             annoy
             ;
          
           
             And
             diverse
             kindes
             of
             filthy
             frogs
          
           
             He
             sent
             ,
             them
             to
             destroy
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             to
             the
             caterpiller
             gave
          
           
             the
             fruits
             of
             all
             their
             soil
             :
          
           
             Their
             labours
             He
             deliver'd
             up
          
           
             unto
             the
             locusts
             spoil
             .
          
           
             Their
             vines
             with
             hail
             ,
             their
             sycomors
          
           
             He
             with
             the
             frost
             did
             blast
             .
          
           
             Their
             beasts
             to
             hail
             He
             gave
             ,
             their
             flocks
          
           
             hot
             thunder-bolts
             did
             wast
             .
          
        
         
           
             Fierce
             burning
             wrath
             He
             on
             them
             cast
             ,
          
           
             and
             indignation
             strong
             ,
          
           
             And
             troubles
             sore
             ,
             by
             sending
             forth
          
           
             ill
             angels
             them
             among
             .
          
           
             He
             to
             His
             wrath
             made
             way
             :
             their
             soul
          
           
             from
             death
             He
             did
             not
             save
             ;
          
           
             But
             over
             to
             the
             pestilence
          
           
             the
             life
             's
             of
             them
             He
             gave
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             Aegypt
             Land
             the
             first-born
             all
          
           
             He
             smote
             down
             every
             where
             ;
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             tents
             of
             Ham
             ,
             ev'n
             these
          
           
             chief
             of
             their
             strength
             that
             were
             .
          
           
             But
             His
             own
             people
             like
             to
             sheep
          
           
             thence
             to
             go
             forth
             He
             made
             ;
          
           
             And
             He
             amidst
             the
             wildernesse
          
           
             them
             ,
             as
             a
             flock
             ,
             did
             lead
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             And
             He
             them
             safely
             on
             did
             lead
             ,
          
           
             so
             that
             they
             did
             not
             fear
             :
          
           
             Whereas
             their
             enemies
             by
             the
             sea
          
           
             quite
             overwhelmed
             were
             .
          
           
             To
             borders
             of
             His
             Sanctuary
          
           
             the
             Lord
             his
             people
             led
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             to
             the
             mount
             ,
             which
             His
             right
             hand
          
           
             for
             them
             had
             purchased
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             nations
             of
             Canaan
          
           
             by
             His
             Almighty
             hand
          
           
             Before
             their
             face
             He
             did
             expell
          
           
             out
             of
             their
             native
             land
             ,
          
           
             Which
             for
             inheritance
             to
             them
          
           
             by
             line
             He
             did
             divide
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             the
             tribes
             of
             Israel
          
           
             within
             their
             tents
             abide
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             God
             most
             high
             they
             did
             provoke
             ,
          
           
             and
             tempted
             ever
             still
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             observe
             His
             testimonies
          
           
             did
             not
             incline
             their
             will.
          
           
             But
             like
             their
             fathers
             turned
             back
             ,
          
           
             and
             dealt
             unfaithfully
             :
          
           
             Aside
             they
             turned
             ,
             like
             a
             bow
          
           
             that
             shoots
             deceitfully
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             ,
             they
             to
             anger
             did
             provoke
          
           
             Him
             with
             their
             places
             hie
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             their
             graven
             images
          
           
             mov'd
             Him
             to
             jealousie
             .
          
           
             When
             God
             heard
             this
             ,
             He
             waxed
             wroth
             ,
          
           
             and
             much
             loath'd
             Israel
             then
             :
          
           
             So
             Shilohs
             tent
             He
             left
             ,
             the
             tent
          
           
             which
             He
             had
             plac'd
             with
             men
             :
          
        
         
           
           
             And
             He
             his
             strength
             delivered
          
           
             into
             captivity
             ,
          
           
             He
             left
             his
             glory
             in
             the
             hand
          
           
             of
             his
             proud
             enemy
             .
          
           
             His
             people
             also
             He
             gave
             over
          
           
             unto
             the
             swords
             fierce
             rage
             :
          
           
             So
             sore
             His
             wrath
             inflamed
             was
          
           
             against
             his
             heritage
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             fire
             consum'd
             their
             choyce
             young
             men
             :
          
           
             their
             maids
             no
             marriage
             had
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             their
             priests
             fell
             by
             the
             sword
             ,
          
           
             their
             wives
             no
             mourning
             made
             .
          
           
             But
             then
             the
             Lord
             arose
             ,
             as
             one
          
           
             that
             doth
             from
             sleep
             awake
             ;
          
           
             And
             like
             a
             gyant
             ,
             that
             by
             wine
          
           
             refresht
             ,
             a
             shout
             doth
             make
             .
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             his
             enemies
             hinder
             parts
          
           
             He
             made
             his
             stroke
             to
             fall
             ;
          
           
             And
             so
             upon
             them
             He
             did
             put
          
           
             a
             shame
             perpetuall
             .
          
           
             Moreover
             ,
             He
             the
             tabernacle
          
           
             of
             Joseph
             did
             refuse
             ;
          
           
             The
             mighty
             tribe
             of
             Ephraim
          
           
             He
             would
             in
             no
             wise
             chuse
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             He
             did
             chuse
             Jehudahs
             tribe
          
           
             to
             be
             the
             rest
             above
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             mount
             Sion
             He
             made
             choise
             ,
          
           
             which
             He
             so
             much
             did
             love
             .
          
           
             And
             He
             his
             Sanctuary
             built
             ,
          
           
             like
             to
             a
             palace
             hie
             ,
          
           
             Like
             to
             the
             earth
             ,
             which
             He
             did
             found
          
           
             to
             perpetuitie
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Of
             David
             ,
             that
             his
             servant
             was
             ,
          
           
             He
             also
             choise
             did
             make
             ;
          
           
             And
             even
             from
             the
             folds
             of
             sheep
          
           
             was
             pleased
             him
             to
             take
             .
          
           
             From
             waiting
             on
             the
             ews
             with
             young
             ,
          
           
             He
             brought
             him
             for
             to
             feed
          
           
             Israel
             ,
             His
             inheritance
             ,
          
           
             His
             people
             Jacobs
             seed
             .
          
        
         
           
             So
             after
             the
             integrity
          
           
             of
             his
             heart
             He
             them
             fed
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             good
             skill
             of
             His
             hands
          
           
             them
             wisely
             governed
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           LXXIX
           .
           
             A
             Psalm
             of
          
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             O
             God
             ,
             the
             heathen
             entred
             have
          
           
             Thine
             heritage
             ,
             by
             them
          
           
             Defiled
             is
             Thy
             house
             ;
             on
             heaps
          
           
             they
             laid
             Jerusalem
             .
          
           
             The
             bodies
             of
             thy
             servants
             they
          
           
             have
             cast
             forth
             to
             be
             meat
          
           
             To
             rav'nous
             fowls
             ,
             thy
             dear
             saints
             flesh
          
           
             they
             give
             to
             beasts
             ,
             to
             eat
             .
          
        
         
           
             Their
             bloud
             about
             Jerusalem
          
           
             like
             water
             have
             they
             shed
             ;
          
           
             And
             there
             was
             none
             to
             bury
             them
          
           
             when
             they
             were
             slain
             and
             dead
             .
          
           
             Unto
             our
             neighbours
             a
             reproach
          
           
             most
             base
             become
             are
             we
             ;
          
           
             A
             scorn
             and
             laughing
             stock
             to
             them
          
           
             that
             round
             about
             us
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             How
             long
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             shall
             thine
             anger
             last
             ?
          
           
             wilt
             thou
             still
             keep
             the
             same
             ?
          
           
             And
             shall
             thy
             fervent
             jealousie
          
           
             burn
             ,
             like
             unto
             a
             flame
             ?
          
           
             On
             heathens
             pour
             thy
             fury
             forth
             ,
          
           
             that
             have
             thee
             never
             known
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             these
             kingdomes
             which
             thy
             Name
          
           
             have
             never
             call'd
             upon
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             these
             are
             they
             which
             Jacob
             have
          
           
             devoured
             cruelly
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             his
             habitation
          
           
             have
             caused
             waste
             to
             ly
             .
          
           
             Against
             us
             minde
             not
             former
             sins
             :
          
           
             thy
             tender
             mercies
             show
             ,
          
           
             Let
             them
             prevent
             us
             speedily
             ,
          
           
             for
             we
             're
             brought
             very
             low
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             thy
             Names
             glory
             help
             us
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             who
             hast
             our
             Saviour
             bin
             :
          
           
             Deliver
             us
             ;
             for
             thy
             Names
             sake
          
           
             O
             purge
             away
             our
             sin
             .
          
           
             Why
             say
             the
             heathen
             ,
             Where
             's
             their
             God
             ?
          
           
             let
             Him
             to
             them
             be
             known
             ,
          
           
             When
             these
             ,
             who
             shed
             thy
             servants
             bloud
             ,
          
           
             are
             in
             our
             sight
             o'rethrown
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             let
             the
             prisoners
             sighs
             ascend
          
           
             before
             thy
             sight
             on
             hie
             :
          
           
             Preserve
             those
             in
             thy
             mighty
             pow'r
             ,
          
           
             that
             are
             design'd
             to
             dy
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             our
             neighbours
             bosome
             cause
          
           
             it
             seven-fold
             rendred
             be
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             the
             reproach
             ,
             wherewith
             they
             have
             ,
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             reproached
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             So
             we
             thy
             folk
             ,
             and
             pasture-sheep
             ,
          
           
             shall
             give
             thee
             thanks
             alwayes
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             generations
             all
          
           
             we
             will
             shew
             forth
             thy
             praise
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXX
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Shoshannim
           Eduth
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             HEar
             ,
             Israels
             Shepherd
             ,
             like
             a
             flock
          
           
             thou
             that
             dost
             Joseph
             guide
             ;
          
           
             Shine
             forth
             ,
             O
             thou
             that
             dost
             between
          
           
             the
             cherubims
             abide
             .
          
           
             In
             Ephraims
             and
             Benjamins
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             Manassehs
             sight
             ,
          
           
             O
             come
             for
             our
             salvation
             ,
          
           
             stir
             up
             thy
             strength
             and
             might
             .
          
        
         
           
             Turn
             us
             again
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             our
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             upon
             us
             vouchsafe
          
           
             To
             make
             thy
             countenance
             to
             shine
             ,
          
           
             and
             so
             we
             shall
             be
             safe
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             of
             hosts
             ,
             Almighty
             God
             ,
          
           
             how
             long
             shall
             kindled
             be
          
           
             Thy
             wrath
             against
             the
             prayer
             made
          
           
             by
             thine
             own
             folk
             to
             thee
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             tears
             of
             sorrow
             gives
             to
             them
             ,
          
           
             in
             stead
             of
             bread
             ,
             to
             eat
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             tears
             in
             stead
             of
             drink
             thou
             gives
          
           
             to
             them
             in
             measure
             great
             .
          
           
             Thou
             makest
             us
             a
             strife
             unto
          
           
             our
             neighbours
             round
             about
             :
          
           
             Our
             enemies
             among
             themselves
          
           
             at
             us
             do
             laugh
             and
             flout
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Turn
             us
             again
             ,
             O
             God
             of
             hosts
             ,
          
           
             and
             upon
             us
             vouchsafe
          
           
             To
             make
             thy
             countenance
             to
             shine
             ,
          
           
             and
             so
             we
             shall
             be
             safe
             .
          
           
             A
             vine
             from
             Aegypt
             brought
             thou
             hast
             ,
          
           
             by
             thine
             outstretched
             hand
             :
          
           
             And
             thou
             the
             heathen
             out
             didst
             cast
             ,
          
           
             to
             plant
             it
             in
             their
             land
             .
          
        
         
           
             Before
             it
             thou
             a
             room
             didst
             make
             ,
          
           
             where
             it
             might
             grow
             and
             stand
             ;
          
           
             Thou
             causedst
             it
             deep
             root
             to
             take
             ,
          
           
             and
             it
             did
             fill
             the
             land
             .
          
           
             The
             mountains
             vail'd
             were
             with
             its
             shade
             ,
          
           
             as
             with
             a
             covering
             :
          
           
             Like
             goodly
             Cedars
             were
             the
             boughs
             ,
          
           
             which
             out
             from
             it
             did
             spring
             .
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             the
             one
             hand
             ,
             to
             the
             sea
          
           
             her
             boughs
             she
             did
             out
             send
             ;
          
           
             On
             th'
             other
             side
             ,
             unto
             the
             floud
          
           
             her
             branches
             did
             extend
             .
          
           
             Why
             hast
             thou
             then
             thus
             broken
             down
          
           
             and
             tane
             her
             hedge
             away
             ?
          
           
             So
             that
             all
             passengers
             do
             pluck
             ,
          
           
             and
             make
             of
             her
             a
             prey
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             boar
             who
             from
             the
             forrest
             comes
          
           
             doth
             waste
             it
             at
             his
             pleasure
             :
          
           
             The
             wilde
             beast
             of
             the
             field
             also
          
           
             devoures
             it
             out
             of
             measure
             .
          
           
             O
             God
             of
             hosts
             ,
             we
             thee
             beseech
          
           
             return
             now
             unto
             thine
             ;
          
           
             Look
             down
             from
             heav'n
             in
             love
             ,
             behold
          
           
             and
             visit
             this
             thy
             vine
             :
          
        
         
           
           
             This
             vineyard
             which
             thine
             own
             right
             hand
          
           
             hath
             planted
             us
             among
             :
          
           
             And
             that
             same
             branch
             ,
             which
             for
             thy self
          
           
             thou
             hast
             made
             to
             be
             strong
             .
          
           
             Burnt
             up
             it
             is
             with
             flaming
             fire
             ,
          
           
             it
             also
             is
             cut
             down
             :
          
           
             They
             utterly
             are
             perished
          
           
             when
             as
             thy
             face
             doth
             frown
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             let
             thy
             hand
             be
             still
             upon
          
           
             the
             man
             of
             thy
             right
             hand
             ;
          
           
             The
             son
             of
             man
             ,
             whom
             for
             thy self
          
           
             thou
             madest
             strong
             to
             stand
             .
          
           
             So
             henceforth
             we
             will
             not
             go
             back
             ,
          
           
             nor
             turn
             from
             thee
             at
             all
             :
          
           
             O
             do
             thou
             quicken
             us
             ,
             and
             we
          
           
             upon
             thy
             Name
             will
             call
             .
          
        
         
           
             Turn
             us
             again
             ,
             Lord
             God
             of
             hosts
             ,
          
           
             and
             upon
             us
             vouchsafe
          
           
             To
             make
             thy
             countenance
             to
             shine
             ,
          
           
             and
             so
             we
             shall
             be
             safe
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXXI
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Gittith
           A
           Psalm
           of
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             SIng
             loud
             to
             God
             ,
             our
             strength
             ;
             with
             joy
          
           
             to
             Jacobs
             God
             do
             sing
             .
          
           
             Take
             up
             a
             psalm
             ,
             the
             pleasant
             harp
             ,
          
           
             timbrell
             and
             psaltry
             bring
             .
          
           
             Blow
             trumpets
             at
             new
             moon
             ,
             what
             day
          
           
             our
             feast
             appointed
             is
             ;
          
           
             For
             charge
             to
             Israel
             ,
             and
             a
             Law
          
           
             of
             Jacobs
             God
             was
             this
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             Joseph
             this
             a
             testimony
          
           
             He
             made
             ,
             when
             Aegypt
             land
          
           
             He
             travell'd
             through
             ,
             where
             speech
             I
             heard
          
           
             I
             did
             not
             understand
             .
          
           
             His
             shoulder
             I
             from
             burdens
             took
             ,
          
           
             his
             hands
             from
             pots
             did
             free
             .
          
           
             Thou
             didst
             in
             trouble
             on
             me
             call
             ,
          
           
             and
             I
             deliver'd
             thee
             :
          
        
         
           
             In
             secret
             place
             of
             thundering
          
           
             I
             did
             thee
             answer
             make
             ;
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             streams
             of
             Meribah
             ,
          
           
             of
             thee
             a
             proof
             did
             take
             ,
          
           
             O
             thou
             ,
             my
             people
             ,
             give
             an
             ear
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             testifie
             to
             thee
             ;
          
           
             To
             thee
             ,
             O
             Israel
             ,
             if
             thou
             wilt
          
           
             but
             hearken
             unto
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             midst
             of
             thee
             there
             shall
             not
             be
          
           
             any
             strange
             god
             at
             all
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             unto
             any
             god
             unknown
             ,
          
           
             thou
             bowing
             down
             shalt
             fall
             .
          
           
             I
             am
             the
             Lord
             thy
             God
             ,
             which
             did
          
           
             from
             Aegypt
             land
             thee
             guide
             :
          
           
             I
             'le
             fill
             thy
             mouth
             abundantly
             ,
          
           
             do
             thou
             it
             open
             wide
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             yet
             my
             people
             to
             my
             voice
          
           
             would
             not
             attentive
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             ev'n
             may
             chosen
             Israel
          
           
             he
             would
             have
             none
             of
             Me.
          
           
             So
             to
             the
             lust
             of
             their
             own
             hearts
          
           
             I
             them
             delivered
             :
          
           
             And
             then
             in
             counsels
             of
             their
             own
          
           
             they
             vainly
             wandered
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             O
             that
             my
             people
             had
             me
             heard
             ,
          
           
             Isra'l
             My
             wayes
             had
             chose
             !
          
           
             I
             had
             their
             enemies
             soon
             subdu'd
             ,
          
           
             my
             hand
             turn'd
             on
             their
             foes
             .
          
           
             The
             haters
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
             to
             Him
          
           
             submission
             should
             have
             fain'd
             ;
          
           
             But
             as
             for
             them
             ,
             their
             time
             should
             have
          
           
             for
             evermore
             remain'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             should
             have
             also
             fed
             them
             with
          
           
             the
             finest
             of
             the
             wheat
             :
          
           
             Of
             honey
             from
             the
             rock
             ,
             thy
             fill
          
           
             I
             should
             have
             made
             thee
             eat
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXXII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             IN
             gods
             assembly
             GOD
             doth
             stand
             ;
          
           
             He
             judgeth
             gods
             among
             .
          
           
             How
             long
             ,
             accepting
             persons
             vile
             ,
          
           
             will
             ye
             give
             judgement
             wrong
             ?
          
           
             Defend
             the
             poor
             and
             fatherlesse
             ,
          
           
             to
             poor
             opprest
             do
             right
             .
          
           
             The
             poor
             and
             needy
             ones
             set
             free
             ,
          
           
             rid
             them
             from
             ill
             mens
             might
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             know
             not
             ,
             nor
             will
             understand
             ,
          
           
             in
             darknesse
             they
             walk
             on
             :
          
           
             All
             the
             foundations
             of
             the
             earth
          
           
             out
             of
             their
             course
             are
             gone
             .
          
           
             I
             said
             that
             you
             are
             gods
             ,
             and
             are
          
           
             sons
             of
             the
             Highest
             all
             ;
          
           
             But
             ye
             shall
             die
             like
             men
             ,
             and
             as
          
           
             one
             of
             the
             princes
             fall
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             O
             God
             ,
             do
             thou
             raise
             up
             thy self
             ,
          
           
             the
             earth
             to
             judgement
             call
             :
          
           
             For
             thou
             ,
             as
             thine
             inheritance
             ,
          
           
             shalt
             take
             the
             nations
             all
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXXIII
          
           .
           A
           song
           or
           Psalm
           of
           Asaph
           .
        
         
           
             KEep
             not
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
             we
             thee
             intreat
             ,
          
           
             O
             keep
             not
             silence
             now
             :
          
           
             Do
             thou
             not
             hold
             thy
             peace
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             still
             no
             more
             be
             thou
             .
          
           
             For
             lo
             ,
             thine
             enemies
             a
             noise
          
           
             tumultuously
             have
             made
             ;
          
           
             And
             they
             that
             haters
             are
             of
             thee
             ,
          
           
             have
             lifted
             up
             the
             head
             .
          
        
         
           
             Against
             thy
             chosen
             people
             they
          
           
             do
             craftie
             counsell
             take
             ;
          
           
             And
             they
             against
             thy
             hidden
             ones
          
           
             do
             consultations
             make
             .
          
           
             Come
             ,
             let
             us
             cut
             them
             off
             ,
             said
             they
             ,
          
           
             from
             being
             a
             nation
             ;
          
           
             That
             of
             the
             name
             of
             Israel
             may
          
           
             no
             more
             be
             mention
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             with
             joynt
             heart
             they
             plot
             ,
             in
             league
          
           
             against
             thee
             they
             combine
             .
          
           
             The
             tents
             of
             Edom
             ,
             Ishmaelites
             ,
          
           
             Moabs
             ,
             and
             Hagars
             line
             .
          
           
             Gebal
             and
             Ammon
             ,
             Amalek
             ,
          
           
             Philistines
             ,
             those
             of
             Tyre
             ;
          
           
             And
             Assur
             joyn'd
             with
             them
             ,
             to
             help
          
           
             Lots
             children
             they
             conspire
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Do
             to
             them
             as
             to
             Midian
             ,
          
           
             Jabin
             at
             Kison-strand
             ;
          
           
             And
             Sisera
             ,
             which
             at
             Endor
             fell
             ,
          
           
             as
             dung
             to
             fat
             the
             land
             .
          
           
             Like
             Oreb
             ,
             and
             like
             Zeeb
             make
          
           
             their
             noble
             men
             to
             fall
             ▪
          
           
             Like
             Zeba
             ,
             and
             Zalmunna-like
             ,
          
           
             make
             thou
             their
             princes
             all
             :
          
        
         
           
             Who
             said
             ,
             For
             our
             possession
          
           
             let
             us
             Gods
             houses
             take
             .
          
           
             My
             God
             ,
             them
             like
             a
             wheel
             ,
             as
             chaff
          
           
             before
             the
             winde
             ,
             them
             make
             .
          
           
             As
             fire
             consumes
             a
             wood
             ,
             as
             flame
          
           
             doth
             mountains
             set
             on
             fire
             ;
          
           
             Chase
             and
             affright
             them
             with
             the
             storm
          
           
             and
             tempest
             of
             thine
             ire
             .
          
        
         
           
             Their
             faces
             fill
             with
             shame
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             that
             they
             may
             seek
             thy
             Name
             .
          
           
             Let
             them
             confounded
             be
             ,
             and
             vext
             ,
          
           
             and
             perish
             in
             their
             shame
             .
          
           
             That
             men
             may
             know
             ,
             that
             Thou
             ,
             to
             whom
          
           
             alone
             doth
             appertain
          
           
             The
             Name
             JEHOVAH
             ,
             dost
             most
             high
          
           
             o're
             all
             the
             earth
             remain
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXXIV
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Gittith
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           for
           the
           sons
           of
           Korah
           .
        
         
           
             HOw
             lovely
             is
             thy
             dwelling
             place
             ,
          
           
             O
             Lord
             of
             hosts
             ,
             to
             me
             !
          
           
             The
             Tabernacles
             of
             thy
             grace
          
           
             how
             pleasant
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             they
             be
             !
          
           
           
             My
             thirstie
             soul
             longs
             vehemently
             ,
          
           
             yea
             ,
             faints
             thy
             Courts
             to
             see
             :
          
           
             My
             very
             heart
             and
             flesh
             cry
             out
             ,
          
           
             O
             living
             God
             ,
             for
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Behold
             ,
             the
             sparrow
             findeth
             out
          
           
             an
             house
             wherein
             to
             rest
             :
          
           
             The
             swallow
             also
             for
             her self
          
           
             hath
             purchased
             a
             nest
             :
          
           
             Ev'n
             thine
             own
             altars
             ,
             where
             she
             safe
          
           
             her
             young
             ones
             forth
             may
             bring
             ,
          
           
             O
             thou
             Almighty
             ,
             Lord
             of
             hosts
             ,
          
           
             who
             art
             my
             God
             ,
             and
             King.
             
          
        
         
           
             Blest
             are
             they
             in
             thy
             House
             that
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             they
             ever
             give
             thee
             praise
             .
          
           
             Blest
             is
             the
             man
             whose
             strength
             thou
             art
             ,
          
           
             in
             whose
             heart
             are
             thy
             wayes
             .
          
           
             Who
             passing
             through
             Baca's
             dry
             vale
             ,
          
           
             therein
             do
             dig
             up
             wells
             ;
          
           
             Also
             the
             rain
             that
             falleth
             down
          
           
             the
             pools
             with
             water
             fills
             .
          
        
         
           
             So
             they
             from
             strength
             unwearied
             go
          
           
             still
             forward
             unto
             strength
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             in
             Zion
             they
             appear
          
           
             before
             the
             Lord
             at
             length
             .
          
           
             Lord
             God
             of
             hosts
             ,
             my
             prayer
             hear
             ,
          
           
             O
             Jacobs
             God
             ,
             give
             ear
             .
          
           
             See
             God
             ,
             our
             shield
             ,
             look
             on
             the
             face
          
           
             of
             thine
             anointed
             dear
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             in
             thy
             Courts
             one
             day
             excells
          
           
             a
             thousand
             ;
             rather
             in
          
           
             My
             Gods
             house
             will
             I
             keep
             a
             door
             ,
          
           
           
             then
             dwell
             in
             tents
             of
             sin
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             God
             the
             Lord
             's
             a
             sun
             and
             shield
             :
          
           
             Hee
             'll
             grace
             and
             glory
             give
             ;
          
           
             And
             will
             withhold
             no
             good
             from
             them
          
           
             that
             uprightly
             do
             live
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             thou
             that
             art
             the
             Lord
             of
             hosts
             ,
          
           
             that
             man
             is
             truly
             blest
             ,
          
           
             Who
             by
             assured
             confidence
          
           
             on
             thee
             alone
             doth
             rest
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXXV
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           for
           the
           sons
           of
           Korah
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             thou
             hast
             been
             favourable
          
           
             to
             thy
             beloved
             Land
             :
          
           
             Jacobs
             captivity
             thou
             hast
          
           
             recall'd
             with
             mighty
             hand
             .
          
           
             Thou
             pardoned
             thy
             people
             hast
          
           
             all
             their
             iniquities
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             all
             their
             trespasses
             and
             sins
          
           
             hast
             covered
             from
             thine
             eyes
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             tookst
             off
             all
             thine
             ire
             ,
             and
             turn'dst
          
           
             from
             thy
             wraths
             furiousnesse
             .
          
           
             Turn
             us
             ,
             God
             of
             our
             health
             ,
             and
             cause
          
           
             thy
             wrath
             '
             gainst
             us
             to
             cease
             .
          
           
             Shall
             thy
             displeasure
             thus
             endure
          
           
             against
             us
             without
             end
             ?
          
           
             Wilt
             thou
             to
             generations
             all
          
           
             thine
             anger
             forth
             extend
             ?
          
        
         
           
             That
             in
             thee
             may
             thy
             people
             joy
             ,
          
           
             wilt
             thou
             not
             us
             revive
             ?
          
           
             Shew
             us
             thy
             mercy
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             to
             us
          
           
             do
             thy
             salvation
             give
             .
          
           
           
             I
             'le
             hear
             what
             God
             ,
             the
             Lord
             ;
             will
             speak
             :
          
           
             to
             his
             folk
             He
             'll
             speak
             peace
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             His
             saints
             ;
             but
             let
             them
             not
          
           
             return
             to
             foolishnesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             To
             them
             that
             fear
             Him
             ,
             surely
             near
          
           
             is
             His
             salvation
             ;
          
           
             That
             glory
             in
             our
             land
             may
             have
          
           
             her
             habitation
             .
          
           
             Truth
             met
             with
             mercy
             ,
             righteousnesse
          
           
             and
             peace
             kiss'd
             mutually
             .
          
           
             Truth
             springs
             from
             earth
             ,
             and
             righteousnesse
          
           
             looks
             down
             from
             heaven
             hie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yea
             ,
             what
             is
             good
             the
             Lord
             shall
             give
             :
          
           
             our
             land
             shall
             yeeld
             increase
             .
          
           
             Justice
             ,
             to
             set
             us
             in
             His
             steps
             ,
          
           
             shall
             go
             before
             His
             face
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           LXXXVI
           .
           
             A
             Prayer
             of
          
           David
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             do
             thou
             bow
             down
             thine
             ear
             ,
          
           
             and
             hear
             me
             graciously
             ;
          
           
             Because
             I
             sore
             afflicted
             am
             ,
          
           
             and
             am
             in
             poverty
             .
          
           
             Because
             I
             'm
             holy
             ,
             let
             my
             soul
          
           
             by
             thee
             preserved
             be
             :
          
           
             O
             thou
             my
             God
             ,
             thy
             servant
             save
          
           
             that
             puts
             his
             trust
             in
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Sith
             unto
             thee
             I
             daily
             cry
             ,
          
           
             be
             mercifull
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             Rejoyce
             thy
             servants
             soul
             :
             for
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             I
             lift
             my
             soul
             to
             thee
             .
          
           
           
             For
             thou
             art
             gracious
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             ready
             to
             forgive
             ,
          
           
             And
             rich
             in
             mercy
             ,
             all
             that
             call
          
           
             upon
             thee
             ,
             to
             relieve
             .
          
        
         
           
             Hear
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             my
             pray'r
             ;
             unto
             the
             voice
          
           
             of
             my
             request
             attend
             .
          
           
             In
             troublous
             times
             I
             'le
             call
             on
             thee
             ,
          
           
             for
             thou
             wilt
             answer
             send
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             there
             is
             none
             among
             the
             gods
          
           
             that
             may
             with
             thee
             compare
             ;
          
           
             And
             like
             the
             works
             which
             thou
             hast
             done
          
           
             not
             any
             work
             is
             there
             .
          
        
         
           
             All
             nations
             ,
             whom
             thou
             mad'st
             ,
             shall
             come
          
           
             and
             worship
             reverently
          
           
             Before
             thy
             face
             ;
             and
             they
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             thy
             Name
             shall
             glorify
             .
          
           
             Because
             thou
             art
             exceeding
             great
             ,
          
           
             and
             works
             by
             thee
             are
             done
             ,
          
           
             Which
             are
             to
             be
             admir'd
             ;
             and
             thou
          
           
             art
             God
             thy self
             alone
             .
          
        
         
           
             Teach
             me
             thy
             way
             ,
             and
             in
             thy
             truth
             ,
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             then
             walk
             will
             I
             :
          
           
             Unite
             my
             heart
             ,
             that
             I
             thy
             Name
          
           
             may
             fear
             continually
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             my
             God
             ,
             with
             all
             my
             heart
          
           
             to
             thee
             I
             will
             give
             praise
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             the
             glory
             will
             ascribe
          
           
             unto
             thy
             Name
             alwayes
             .
          
        
         
           
             Because
             thy
             mercy
             toward
             me
          
           
             in
             greatnesse
             doth
             excell
             ;
          
           
             And
             thou
             deliver'd
             hast
             my
             soul
          
           
           
             out
             from
             the
             lowest
             hell
             .
          
           
             O
             God
             ,
             the
             proud
             against
             me
             rise
             ,
          
           
             and
             violent
             men
             have
             met
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             my
             soul
             have
             sought
             ;
             and
             thee
          
           
             before
             them
             have
             not
             set
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             thou
             art
             full
             of
             pity
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             a
             God
             most
             gracious
             ,
          
           
             Long-suffering
             ,
             and
             in
             thy
             truth
          
           
             and
             mercy
             plenteous
             .
          
           
             O
             turn
             to
             me
             thy
             countenance
             ,
          
           
             and
             mercy
             on
             me
             have
             :
          
           
             Thy
             servant
             strengthen
             ,
             and
             the
             son
          
           
             of
             thine
             own
             hand-maid
             save
             .
          
        
         
           
             Shew
             me
             a
             signe
             for
             good
             ,
             that
             they
          
           
             which
             do
             me
             hate
             ,
             may
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             be
             asham'd
             ;
             because
             thou
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             didst
             help
             and
             comfort
             me
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXXVII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           or
           song
           for
           the
           sons
           of
           Korah
           .
        
         
           
             UPon
             the
             hills
             of
             holinesse
          
           
             He
             his
             foundation
             sets
             .
          
           
             God
             ,
             more
             then
             Jacobs
             dwellings
             all
             ,
          
           
             delights
             in
             Zions
             gates
             .
          
           
             Things
             glorious
             are
             said
             of
             thee
             ,
          
           
             thou
             City
             of
             the
             Lord.
          
           
             Rahab
             and
             Babel
             I
             ,
             to
             those
          
           
             that
             know
             me
             ,
             will
             record
             :
          
        
         
           
             Behold
             ev'n
             Tyrus
             ,
             and
             with
             it
          
           
             the
             land
             of
             Palestine
             ,
          
           
             And
             likewise
             AEthiopia
             ;
          
           
           
             this
             man
             was
             born
             therein
             .
          
           
             And
             it
             of
             Zion
             shall
             be
             said
             ,
          
           
             This
             man
             ,
             and
             that
             man
             there
          
           
             Was
             born
             ;
             and
             He
             that
             is
             most
             high
          
           
             himself
             shall
             stablish
             her
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             God
             the
             people
             writes
             ,
             He
             'll
             count
          
           
             that
             this
             man
             born
             was
             there
             .
          
           
             There
             be
             that
             sing
             ,
             and
             play
             ;
             and
             all
          
           
             my
             well-springs
             in
             thee
             are
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXXVIII
          
           .
           A
           song
           or
           psalm
           for
           the
           sons
           of
           Korah
           ,
           to
           the
           chief
           musician
           upon
           Mahalath
           Leannoth
           ,
           Maschil
           of
           Heman
           the
           Ezrahite
           .
        
         
           
             LOrd
             God
             ,
             my
             Saviour
             ,
             day
             and
             night
          
           
             before
             thee
             cry'd
             have
             I.
          
           
             Before
             thee
             let
             my
             prayer
             come
             ,
          
           
             give
             ear
             unto
             my
             cry
             .
          
           
             For
             troubles
             great
             do
             fill
             my
             soul
             :
          
           
             my
             life
             drawes
             nigh
             the
             grave
             .
          
           
             I
             'm
             counted
             with
             those
             that
             go
             down
          
           
             to
             pit
             ,
             and
             no
             strength
             have
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ev'n
             free
             among
             the
             dead
             ,
             like
             them
          
           
             that
             slain
             in
             grave
             do
             ly
             ,
          
           
             Cut
             off
             from
             thy
             hand
             ,
             whom
             no
             more
          
           
             thou
             hast
             in
             memory
             .
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             me
             laid
             in
             lowest
             pit
             ,
          
           
             in
             deeps
             ,
             and
             darksome
             caves
             .
          
           
             Thy
             wrath
             lies
             hard
             on
             me
             ,
             thou
             hast
          
           
             me
             prest
             with
             all
             thy
             waves
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Thou
             hast
             put
             far
             from
             me
             my
             friends
             ,
          
           
             thou
             mad'st
             them
             to
             abhor
             me
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             am
             so
             shut
             up
             ,
             that
             I
          
           
             finde
             no
             evasion
             for
             me
             .
          
           
             By
             reason
             of
             affliction
          
           
             mine
             eye
             mourns
             dolefully
             :
          
           
             To
             thee
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             do
             I
             call
             ,
             and
             stretch
          
           
             my
             hands
             continually
             .
          
        
         
           
             Wilt
             thou
             shew
             wonders
             to
             the
             dead
             ?
          
           
             shall
             they
             rise
             and
             thee
             blesse
             ?
          
           
             Shall
             in
             the
             grave
             thy
             love
             be
             told
             ?
          
           
             in
             death
             thy
             faithfulnesse
             ?
          
           
             Shall
             thy
             great
             wonders
             in
             the
             dark
             ,
          
           
             or
             shall
             thy
             righteousnesse
          
           
             Be
             known
             to
             any
             in
             the
             land
          
           
             of
             deep
             forgetfulnesse
             ?
          
        
         
           
             But
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             to
             thee
             I
             cry'd
             ,
             my
             pray'r
          
           
             at
             morn
             prevent
             shall
             thee
             .
          
           
             Why
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             dost
             thou
             cast
             off
             my
             soul
             ?
          
           
             and
             hid'st
             thy
             face
             from
             me
             ?
          
           
             Distrest
             am
             I
             ,
             and
             from
             my
             youth
          
           
             I
             ready
             am
             to
             dy
             ;
          
           
             Thy
             terrours
             I
             have
             born
             ,
             and
             am
          
           
             distracted
             fearfully
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             dreadfull
             fiercenesse
             of
             thy
             wrath
          
           
             quite
             over
             me
             doth
             go
             :
          
           
             Thy
             terrours
             great
             have
             cut
             me
             off
             ,
          
           
             they
             did
             pursue
             me
             so
             .
          
           
             For
             round
             about
             me
             every
             day
          
           
             like
             water
             ,
             they
             did
             roul
             :
          
           
             And
             gathering
             together
             ,
             they
          
           
             have
             compassed
             my
             soul
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             My
             friend
             thou
             hast
             put
             far
             from
             me
             ,
          
           
             and
             him
             that
             did
             me
             love
             ;
          
           
             And
             those
             that
             mine
             acquaintance
             were
          
           
             to
             darknesse
             didst
             remove
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             LXXXIX
          
           .
           Maschil
           of
           Ethan
           the
           Ezrahite
           .
        
         
           
             GOds
             mercies
             I
             will
             ever
             sing
             ,
          
           
             and
             with
             my
             mouth
             I
             shall
          
           
             Thy
             faithfulnesse
             make
             to
             be
             known
          
           
             to
             generations
             all
             .
          
           
             For
             mercy
             shall
             be
             built
             ,
             said
             I
             ,
          
           
             for
             ever
             to
             endure
             .
          
           
             Thy
             faithfulnesse
             ev'n
             in
             the
             heav'ns
          
           
             thou
             wilt
             establish
             sure
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             with
             my
             chosen
             one
             have
             made
          
           
             a
             covenant
             graciously
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             My
             servant
             whom
             I
             lov'd
             ,
          
           
             to
             David
             sworn
             have
             I
             :
          
           
             That
             I
             thy
             seed
             establish
             shall
          
           
             for
             ever
             to
             remain
             ;
          
           
             And
             will
             to
             generations
             all
          
           
             thy
             Throne
             build
             and
             maintain
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             praises
             of
             thy
             wonders
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             the
             heavens
             shall
             expresse
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             congregation
          
           
             of
             saints
             ,
             thy
             faithfulnesse
             .
          
           
             For
             who
             in
             heaven
             with
             the
             Lord
          
           
             may
             once
             himself
             compare
             ?
          
           
             Who
             is
             like
             God
             among
             the
             sons
          
           
             of
             those
             that
             mighty
             are
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             Great
             fear
             in
             meetings
             of
             the
             saints
          
           
             is
             due
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ;
          
           
             And
             He
             ,
             of
             all
             about
             Him
             ,
             should
          
           
             with
             reverence
             be
             ador'd
             .
          
           
             O
             thou
             that
             art
             the
             Lord
             of
             hosts
             ,
          
           
             what
             Lord
             in
             mightinesse
          
           
             Is
             like
             to
             thee
             ?
             who
             compast
             round
          
           
             art
             with
             thy
             faithfulnesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ev'n
             in
             the
             raging
             of
             the
             sea
          
           
             thou
             over
             it
             dost
             reign
             ;
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             waves
             thereof
             do
             swell
             ,
          
           
             thou
             stillest
             them
             again
             .
          
           
             Rahab
             in
             pieces
             thou
             didst
             break
             ,
          
           
             like
             one
             that
             slaughtered
             is
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             thy
             mighty
             arm
             thou
             hast
          
           
             disperst
             thine
             enemies
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             heav'ns
             are
             thine
             ,
             thou
             for
             thine
             own
          
           
             the
             earth
             dost
             also
             take
             :
          
           
             The
             world
             ,
             and
             fulnesse
             of
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             thy
             pow'r
             did
             found
             and
             make
             .
          
           
             The
             North
             and
             South
             from
             thee
             alone
          
           
             their
             first
             beginning
             had
             :
          
           
             Both
             Tabor
             mount
             ,
             and
             Hermon
             hill
          
           
             shall
             in
             thy
             Name
             be
             glad
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             hast
             an
             arm
             that
             's
             full
             of
             pow'r
             ,
          
           
             thy
             Hand
             is
             great
             in
             might
             ;
          
           
             And
             thy
             right
             hand
             exceedingly
          
           
             exalted
             is
             in
             height
             .
          
           
             Justice
             and
             judgement
             of
             thy
             Throne
          
           
             are
             made
             the
             dwelling
             place
             :
          
           
             Mercy
             ,
             accompani'd
             with
             truth
             ,
          
           
             shall
             go
             before
             thy
             face
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             O
             greatly
             blest
             the
             people
             are
             ,
          
           
             the
             joyfull
             sound
             that
             know
             :
          
           
             In
             brightnesse
             of
             thy
             face
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             they
             ever
             on
             shall
             go
             .
          
           
             They
             in
             thy
             Name
             shall
             all
             the
             day
          
           
             rejoyce
             exceedingly
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             thy
             righteousnesse
             shall
             they
          
           
             exalted
             be
             on
             hy
             .
          
        
         
           
             Because
             the
             glory
             of
             their
             strength
          
           
             doth
             only
             stand
             in
             thee
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             thy
             favour
             shall
             our
             horn
          
           
             and
             pow'r
             exalted
             be
             .
          
           
             For
             God
             is
             our
             defence
             ,
             and
             He
          
           
             to
             us
             doth
             safety
             bring
             :
          
           
             The
             Holy
             One
             of
             Israel
          
           
             is
             our
             Almighty
             King.
             
          
        
         
           
             In
             vision
             to
             thy
             holy-one
          
           
             thou
             saidst
             ,
             I
             help
             upon
          
           
             A
             strong
             one
             laid
             ;
             out
             of
             the
             folk
          
           
             I
             rais'd
             a
             chosen
             one
             .
          
           
             Ev'n
             David
             ,
             I
             have
             found
             him
             out
          
           
             a
             servant
             unto
             Me
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             my
             holy
             oyl
             My
             King
          
           
             anointed
             him
             to
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             whom
             My
             hand
             shall
             stablisht
             be
             ,
          
           
             Mine
             arm
             shall
             make
             him
             strong
             .
          
           
             On
             him
             the
             foe
             shall
             not
             exact
             ,
          
           
             nor
             son
             of
             mischief
             wrong
             .
          
           
             I
             will
             beat
             down
             before
             his
             face
          
           
             all
             his
             malicious
             foes
             :
          
           
             I
             will
             them
             greatly
             plague
             ,
             who
             do
          
           
             with
             hatred
             him
             oppose
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             My
             mercy
             ,
             and
             my
             faithfulnesse
          
           
             with
             him
             yet
             still
             shall
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             My
             Name
             his
             horn
             and
             pow'r
             ,
          
           
             men
             shall
             exalted
             see
             .
          
           
             His
             hand
             and
             pow'r
             shal
             reach
             afar
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             set
             it
             in
             the
             sea
             ;
          
           
             And
             his
             right
             hand
             established
          
           
             shall
             in
             the
             rivers
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             art
             my
             father
             ,
             he
             shall
             ery
             ,
          
           
             thou
             art
             my
             God
             alone
             ;
          
           
             And
             he
             shall
             say
             ,
             Thou
             art
             the
             rock
          
           
             of
             my
             salvation
             .
          
           
             I
             'le
             make
             him
             My
             first-born
             ,
             more
             high
          
           
             then
             Kings
             of
             any
             land
             :
          
           
             My
             love
             I
             'le
             ever
             keep
             for
             him
             .
          
           
             My
             cov'nant
             fast
             shall
             stand
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             seed
             I
             by
             My
             pow'r
             will
             make
          
           
             for
             ever
             to
             endure
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             as
             the
             dayes
             of
             heav'n
             ,
             his
             throne
          
           
             shall
             stable
             be
             and
             sure
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             his
             children
             shall
             forsake
          
           
             My
             Lawes
             ,
             and
             go
             astray
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             My
             judgements
             shal
             not
             walk
             ,
          
           
             but
             wander
             from
             My
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             they
             My
             Lawes
             break
             ,
             and
             do
             not
          
           
             keep
             My
             Commandements
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             visit
             then
             their
             faults
             with
             rods
             ,
          
           
             their
             sins
             with
             chastisements
             .
          
           
             Yet
             I
             'le
             not
             take
             My
             love
             from
             him
             ,
          
           
             nor
             false
             My
             promise
             make
             ;
          
           
             My
             cov'nant
             I
             'le
             not
             break
             ,
             nor
             change
          
           
             what
             with
             my
             mouth
             I
             spake
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Once
             by
             My
             Holinesse
             I
             sware
             ,
          
           
             to
             David
             I
             'le
             not
             ly
             .
          
           
             His
             seed
             and
             throne
             shall
             as
             the
             sun
          
           
             before
             Me
             last
             for
             ay
             .
          
           
             It
             like
             the
             moon
             shall
             ever
             be
          
           
             establisht
             stedfastly
             ;
          
           
             And
             like
             to
             that
             which
             in
             the
             heav'n
          
           
             doth
             witnesse
             faithfully
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             thou
             displeased
             ,
             hast
             cast
             off
             ,
          
           
             thou
             didst
             abhor
             and
             loath
             ;
          
           
             With
             him
             that
             thine
             anointed
             is
          
           
             thou
             hast
             been
             very
             wroth
             .
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             thy
             servants
             covenan
          
           
             made
             void
             and
             quite
             cast
             by
             ;
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             profan'd
             his
             crown
             ,
             while
             it
          
           
             cast
             on
             the
             ground
             doth
             ly
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             all
             his
             hedges
             hast
             broke
             down
             ,
          
           
             his
             strong
             holds
             down
             hast
             torn
             .
          
           
             He
             to
             all
             passers
             by
             a
             spoil
             ,
          
           
             to
             neighbours
             is
             a
             scorn
             .
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             set
             up
             his
             foes
             right
             hand
             ,
          
           
             mad'st
             all
             his
             enemies
             glad
             ;
          
           
             Turn'd
             his
             swords
             edge
             ,
             and
             him
             to
             stand
          
           
             in
             battell
             hast
             not
             made
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             glory
             thou
             hast
             made
             to
             cease
             ,
          
           
             his
             throne
             to
             ground
             down
             cast
             ;
          
           
             Shortned
             his
             dayes
             of
             youth
             ,
             and
             him
          
           
             with
             shame
             thou
             covered
             hast
             .
          
           
             How
             long
             ,
             Lord
             ?
             wilt
             thou
             hide
             thy self
          
           
             for
             ever
             in
             thine
             ire
             ?
          
           
             And
             shall
             thine
             indignation
          
           
             burn
             like
             unto
             a
             fire
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             Remember
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             how
             short
             a
             time
          
           
             I
             shall
             on
             earth
             remain
             ;
          
           
             O
             wherefore
             is
             it
             so
             ,
             that
             thou
          
           
             hast
             made
             all
             men
             in
             vain
             ?
          
           
             What
             man
             is
             he
             that
             liveth
             here
             ,
          
           
             and
             death
             shall
             never
             see
             ?
          
           
             Or
             from
             the
             power
             of
             the
             grave
          
           
             what
             man
             his
             soul
             shall
             free
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             former
             loving
             kindnesses
             ,
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ;
             where
             be
             they
             now
             ?
          
           
             Those
             which
             in
             truth
             and
             faithfulnesse
          
           
             to
             David
             sworn
             hast
             thou
             .
          
           
             Minde
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             thy
             servants
             sad
             reproach
             :
          
           
             how
             I
             in
             bosome
             bear
          
           
             The
             scornings
             of
             the
             people
             all
          
           
             who
             strong
             and
             mighty
             are
             .
          
        
         
           
             Wherewith
             thy
             raging
             enemies
          
           
             reproach'd
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             think
             on
             ,
          
           
             Wherewith
             they
             have
             reproach'd
             the
             steps
          
           
             of
             thine
             anointed
             one
             .
          
           
             All
             blessing
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
             our
             God
             ,
          
           
             let
             be
             ascribed
             then
             :
          
           
             For
             evermore
             so
             let
             it
             be
             .
          
           
             Amen
             ,
             yea
             and
             amen
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XC
          
           .
           A
           prayer
           of
           Moses
           ,
           the
           man
           of
           God.
           
        
         
           
             LOrd
             ,
             thou
             hast
             been
             our
             dwelling
             place
          
           
             in
             generations
             all
             .
          
           
             Before
             thou
             ever
             hadst
             ,
             brought
             forth
          
           
             the
             mountains
             great
             or
             small
             .
          
           
           
             Ere
             ever
             thou
             hadst
             form'd
             the
             earth
             ,
          
           
             and
             all
             the
             world
             abroad
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             thou
             ,
             from
             everlasting
             art
          
           
             to
             everlasting
             ,
             God.
             
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             dost
             unto
             destruction
          
           
             man
             that
             is
             mortall
             turn
             :
          
           
             And
             unto
             them
             thou
             say'st
             ,
             again
          
           
             ye
             sons
             of
             men
             return
             .
          
           
             Because
             a
             thousand
             years
             appear
          
           
             no
             more
             before
             thy
             sight
          
           
             Then
             yesterday
             ,
             when
             it
             is
             past
             ,
          
           
             or
             then
             a
             watch
             by
             night
             .
          
        
         
           
             As
             with
             an
             overflowing
             floud
          
           
             thou
             carriest
             them
             away
             :
          
           
             They
             like
             a
             sleep
             are
             ,
             like
             the
             grasse
          
           
             that
             grows
             at
             morn
             are
             they
             .
          
           
             At
             morn
             it
             flourishes
             and
             growes
             ,
          
           
             cut
             down
             at
             ev'n
             doth
             fade
             :
          
           
             For
             by
             thine
             anger
             we
             consume
             ,
          
           
             thy
             wrath
             makes
             us
             afraid
             .
          
        
         
           
             Our
             sins
             thou
             and
             iniquities
          
           
             dost
             in
             thy
             presence
             place
             ,
          
           
             And
             setst
             our
             secret
             faults
             before
          
           
             the
             brightnesse
             of
             thy
             face
             .
          
           
             For
             in
             thine
             anger
             all
             our
             dayes
          
           
             do
             passe
             on
             ,
             to
             an
             end
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             as
             a
             tale
             that
             hath
             been
             told
             ,
          
           
             so
             we
             our
             years
             do
             spend
             .
          
        
         
           
             Threescore
             and
             ten
             years
             do
             summe
             up
          
           
             our
             dayes
             and
             years
             we
             see
             :
          
           
             Or
             if
             by
             reason
             of
             more
             strength
             ,
          
           
           
             in
             some
             fourscore
             they
             be
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             doth
             the
             strength
             of
             such
             old
             men
          
           
             but
             grief
             and
             labour
             prove
             ;
          
           
             For
             it
             is
             soon
             cut
             off
             ,
             and
             we
          
           
             fly
             hence
             ,
             and
             soon
             remove
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             knowes
             the
             power
             of
             thy
             wrath
             ?
          
           
             according
             to
             thy
             fear
          
           
             So
             is
             thy
             wrath
             .
             Lord
             teach
             thou
             us
          
           
             our
             end
             in
             minde
             to
             bear
             :
          
           
             And
             so
             to
             count
             our
             dayes
             ,
             that
             we
          
           
             our
             hearts
             may
             still
             apply
          
           
             To
             learn
             thy
             wisdom
             and
             thy
             truth
             ,
          
           
             that
             we
             may
             live
             thereby
             .
          
        
         
           
             Turn
             yet
             again
             to
             us
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ;
          
           
             how
             long
             thus
             shall
             it
             be
             ?
          
           
             Let
             it
             repent
             thee
             now
             ,
             for
             those
          
           
             that
             servants
             are
             to
             thee
             .
          
           
             O
             with
             thy
             tender
             mercies
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             us
             early
             satisfie
             ;
          
           
             So
             we
             rejoyce
             shall
             all
             our
             dayes
             ,
          
           
             and
             still
             be
             glad
             in
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             According
             as
             the
             dayes
             have
             been
          
           
             wherein
             we
             grief
             have
             had
             ,
          
           
             And
             years
             wherein
             we
             ill
             have
             seen
             ,
          
           
             so
             do
             thou
             make
             us
             glad
             .
          
           
             O
             let
             thy
             work
             and
             pow'r
             appear
          
           
             thy
             servants
             face
             before
             ;
          
           
             And
             show
             unto
             their
             children
             dear
          
           
             thy
             glory
             evermore
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             let
             the
             beauty
             of
             the
             Lord
          
           
             our
             God
             be
             us
             upon
             :
          
           
           
             Our
             handie-works
             establish
             thou
             ,
          
           
             establish
             them
             each
             one
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           XCI
           .
        
         
           
             HE
             that
             doth
             in
             the
             secret
             place
          
           
             of
             the
             most
             High
             reside
             ,
          
           
             Under
             the
             shade
             of
             Him
             ,
             that
             is
          
           
             th'
             Almighty
             ,
             shall
             abide
             .
          
           
             I
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
             my
             God
             ,
             will
             say
             ,
          
           
             He
             is
             my
             refuge
             still
             ,
          
           
             He
             is
             my
             fortresse
             ,
             and
             my
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             Him
             trust
             I
             will.
             
          
        
         
           
             Assuredly
             He
             shall
             thee
             save
             ,
          
           
             and
             give
             deliverance
          
           
             From
             subtile
             fowlers
             snare
             ,
             and
             from
          
           
             the
             noysome
             pestilence
             .
          
           
             His
             feathers
             shall
             thee
             hide
             ;
             thy
             trust
          
           
             under
             His
             wings
             shall
             be
             :
          
           
             His
             faithfulnesse
             shall
             be
             a
             shield
          
           
             and
             buckler
             unto
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             shalt
             not
             need
             to
             be
             afraid
          
           
             for
             terrours
             of
             the
             night
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             for
             the
             arrow
             that
             doth
             fly
          
           
             by
             day
             ,
             while
             it
             is
             light
             :
          
           
             Nor
             for
             the
             pestilence
             ,
             that
             walks
          
           
             in
             darknesse
             secretly
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             for
             destruction
             ,
             that
             doth
             waste
          
           
             at
             noon-day
             ,
             openly
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             thousand
             at
             thy
             side
             shall
             fall
             ,
          
           
             on
             thy
             right
             hand
             shall
             ly
          
           
             Ten
             thousand
             dead
             ,
             yet
             unto
             thee
          
           
           
             it
             shall
             not
             once
             come
             nigh
             .
          
           
             Only
             thou
             with
             thine
             eyes
             shalt
             look
             ,
          
           
             and
             a
             beholder
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             thou
             therein
             the
             just
             reward
          
           
             of
             wicked
             men
             shalt
             see
             .
          
        
         
           
             Because
             the
             Lord
             ,
             who
             constantly
          
           
             my
             refuge
             is
             alone
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             the
             most
             High
             is
             made
             by
             thee
          
           
             thy
             habitation
             .
          
           
             No
             plague
             shall
             near
             thy
             dwelling
             come
             ,
          
           
             no
             ill
             shall
             thee
             befall
             :
          
           
             For
             thee
             to
             keep
             in
             all
             thy
             wayes
          
           
             His
             Angels
             charge
             He
             shall
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             in
             their
             hands
             shall
             bear
             thee
             up
             ,
          
           
             still
             waiting
             thee
             upon
             ;
          
           
             Lest
             thou
             at
             any
             time
             should
             dash
          
           
             thy
             foot
             against
             a
             stone
             .
          
           
             Upon
             the
             adder
             thou
             shalt
             tread
             ,
          
           
             and
             on
             the
             Lyon
             strong
             ;
          
           
             Thy
             feet
             on
             Dragons
             trample
             shall
             ,
          
           
             and
             on
             the
             Lions
             young
             .
          
        
         
           
             Because
             on
             Me
             he
             set
             his
             love
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             save
             and
             set
             him
             free
             :
          
           
             Because
             My
             great
             Name
             he
             hath
             known
             ,
          
           
             I
             will
             him
             set
             on
             high
             .
          
           
             He
             'll
             call
             on
             Me
             ,
             I
             'le
             answer
             him
             ,
          
           
             I
             will
             be
             with
             him
             still
          
           
             In
             trouble
             to
             deliver
             him
             ,
          
           
             and
             honour
             him
             I
             will.
             
          
        
         
           
             With
             length
             of
             dayes
             unto
             his
             minde
          
           
             I
             will
             him
             satisfie
             ;
          
           
           
             I
             also
             My
             salvation
          
           
             will
             cause
             his
             eyes
             to
             see
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XCII
          
           .
           A
           psalm
           or
           song
           for
           the
           Sabbath-day
           .
        
         
           
             TO
             render
             thanks
             unto
             the
             Lord
          
           
             it
             is
             a
             comely
             thing
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             thy
             Name
             ,
             O
             thou
             most
             high
             ,
          
           
             due
             praise
             aloud
             to
             sing
             .
          
           
             Thy
             loving
             kindnesse
             to
             show
             forth
             ,
          
           
             when
             shines
             the
             morning
             light
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             declare
             thy
             faithfulnesse
             ,
          
           
             with
             pleasure
             ,
             every
             night
             ,
          
        
         
           
             On
             a
             ten
             stringed
             instrument
             ,
          
           
             upon
             the
             psalterie
             :
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             harp
             ,
             with
             solemn
             sound
             ,
          
           
             and
             grave-sweet
             melodie
             .
          
           
             For
             thou
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             by
             thy
             mighty
             work
             ,
          
           
             hast
             made
             my
             heart
             right
             glad
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             will
             triumph
             in
             the
             works
          
           
             which
             by
             thine
             hands
             were
             made
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             great
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             are
             thy
             works
             !
             each
             thought
          
           
             of
             thine
             a
             deep
             it
             is
             ;
          
           
             A
             brutish
             man
             it
             knoweth
             not
             ,
          
           
             fools
             understand
             not
             this
             .
          
           
             When
             those
             that
             lewd
             and
             wicked
             are
             ,
          
           
             spring
             quickly
             up
             like
             grasse
             ,
          
           
             And
             workers
             of
             iniquity
          
           
             do
             flourish
             all
             apace
             ,
          
        
         
           
             It
             is
             that
             they
             for
             ever
             may
          
           
             destroyed
             be
             and
             slain
             :
          
           
           
             But
             thou
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             art
             the
             most
             High
             ,
          
           
             for
             ever
             to
             remain
             .
          
           
             For
             lo
             ,
             thine
             enemies
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             thine
             enemies
             perish
             shall
             :
          
           
             The
             workers
             of
             iniquity
          
           
             shall
             be
             dispersed
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             thou
             shalt
             ,
             like
             unto
             the
             horn
          
           
             of
             th'unicorn
             exalt
          
           
             My
             horn
             on
             high
             ;
             thou
             with
             fresh
             oyl
          
           
             anoint
             me
             also
             shalt
             .
          
           
             Mine
             eye
             shall
             also
             my
             desire
          
           
             see
             on
             mine
             enemies
             ;
          
           
             Mine
             ears
             shall
             of
             the
             wicked
             hear
             ,
          
           
             that
             do
             against
             me
             rise
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             like
             the
             palm-tree
             ,
             flourishing
          
           
             shall
             be
             the
             righteous
             one
             :
          
           
             He
             shall
             like
             to
             the
             Cedar
             grow
          
           
             that
             is
             in
             Lebanon
             .
          
           
             Those
             that
             within
             the
             house
             of
             God
          
           
             are
             planted
             by
             His
             grace
             ,
          
           
             They
             shall
             grow
             up
             ,
             and
             flourish
             all
          
           
             in
             our
             Gods
             holy
             place
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             in
             old
             age
             ,
             when
             others
             fade
             ,
          
           
             they
             fruit
             still
             forth
             shall
             bring
             :
          
           
             They
             shall
             be
             fat
             ,
             and
             full
             of
             sap
             ,
          
           
             and
             ay
             be
             flourishing
             .
          
           
             To
             shew
             that
             upright
             is
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             He
             is
             a
             rock
             to
             me
             :
          
           
             And
             He
             from
             all
             unrighteousnesse
          
           
             is
             altogether
             free
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           PSAL.
           XCIII
           .
        
         
           
             THe
             Lord
             doth
             reign
             ,
             and
             cloath'd
             is
             He
          
           
             with
             majesty
             most
             bright
             :
          
           
             His
             works
             do
             shew
             him
             cloath'd
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             and
             girt
             about
             with
             might
             .
          
           
             The
             world
             is
             also
             stablished
             ,
          
           
             that
             it
             can
             not
             depart
             .
          
           
             Thy
             Throne
             is
             fixt
             of
             old
             ,
             and
             thou
          
           
             from
             everlasting
             art
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             flouds
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             have
             lifted
             up
             ,
          
           
             they
             lifted
             up
             their
             voice
             ;
          
           
             The
             flouds
             have
             lifted
             up
             their
             waves
             ,
          
           
             and
             made
             a
             mighty
             noise
             .
          
           
             But
             yet
             the
             Lord
             ,
             that
             is
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             is
             more
             of
             might
             by
             far
             ,
          
           
             Then
             noise
             of
             many
             waters
             is
             ,
          
           
             or
             great
             sea
             billows
             are
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             testimonies
             ,
             every
             one
             ,
          
           
             in
             faithfulnesse
             excell
             :
          
           
             And
             holinesse
             for
             ever
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             thine
             House
             becometh
             well
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           XCIV
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             God
             ,
             unto
             whom
             alone
          
           
             all
             vengeance
             doth
             belong
             ,
          
           
             O
             mighty
             God
             ,
             who
             vengeance
             own'st
             ,
          
           
             shine
             forth
             ,
             avenging
             wrong
             .
          
           
             Lift
             up
             thy self
             ,
             thou
             of
             the
             earth
          
           
             the
             Soveraign
             Judge
             that
             art
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             those
             that
             are
             so
             proud
          
           
             a
             due
             reward
             impart
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             How
             long
             ,
             O
             mighty
             God
             ,
             shall
             they
          
           
             who
             lewd
             and
             wicked
             be
             ,
          
           
             How
             long
             shall
             they
             who
             wicked
             are
             ,
          
           
             thus
             triumph
             haughtilie
             ?
          
           
             How
             long
             shall
             things
             most
             hard
             by
             them
          
           
             be
             uttered
             and
             told
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             that
             work
             iniquity
          
           
             to
             boast
             themselves
             be
             bold
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             folk
             they
             break
             in
             pieces
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             thine
             heritage
             oppresse
             :
          
           
             The
             widow
             they
             ,
             and
             stranger
             slay
             ,
          
           
             and
             kill
             the
             fatherlesse
             .
          
           
             Yet
             say
             they
             ,
             God
             it
             shall
             not
             see
             ,
          
           
             nor
             God
             of
             Jacob
             know
             .
          
           
             Ye
             brutish
             people
             understand
             ,
          
           
             fools
             ,
             when
             wise
             will
             ye
             grow
             ?
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             did
             plant
             the
             ear
             of
             man
             ,
          
           
             and
             hear
             then
             shall
             not
             He
             ?
          
           
             He
             only
             form'd
             the
             eye
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             shall
             he
             not
             clearly
             see
             ?
          
           
             He
             that
             the
             nations
             doth
             correct
             ,
          
           
             shall
             He
             not
             chastise
             you
             ?
          
           
             He
             knowledge
             unto
             man
             doth
             teach
             ,
          
           
             and
             shall
             Himself
             not
             know
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Mans
             thoughts
             to
             be
             but
             vanity
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lord
             doth
             well
             discern
             ,
          
           
             Blest
             is
             the
             man
             thou
             chastnest
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             mak'st
             thy
             Law
             to
             learn.
          
           
             That
             thou
             may'st
             give
             him
             rest
             from
             dayes
          
           
             of
             sad
             adversitie
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             the
             pit
             be
             dig'd
             for
             those
          
           
             that
             work
             iniquitie
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             For
             sure
             the
             Lord
             will
             not
             cast
             off
          
           
             those
             that
             His
             people
             be
             ,
          
           
             Neither
             His
             own
             inheritance
          
           
             quite
             and
             forsake
             will
             He.
          
           
             But
             judgement
             unto
             righteousnesse
          
           
             shall
             yet
             return
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             shall
             follow
             after
             it
          
           
             that
             are
             right
             hearted
             men
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             will
             rise
             up
             for
             me
             ,
             against
          
           
             those
             that
             do
             wickedly
             ?
          
           
             Who
             will
             stand
             up
             for
             me
             ,
             '
             gainst
             those
          
           
             that
             work
             iniquity
             ?
          
           
             Unlesse
             the
             Lord
             had
             been
             my
             help
             ,
          
           
             when
             I
             was
             sore
             opprest
             ,
          
           
             Almost
             my
             soul
             had
             in
             the
             house
          
           
             of
             silence
             been
             at
             rest
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             I
             had
             uttered
             this
             word
             ,
          
           
             My
             foot
             doth
             slip
             away
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             mercy
             held
             me
             up
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             thy
             goodnesse
             did
             me
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Amidst
             the
             multitude
             of
             thoughts
             ,
          
           
             which
             in
             my
             heart
             do
             fight
             ,
          
           
             My
             soul
             ,
             left
             it
             be
             overcharg'd
             ,
          
           
             thy
             comforts
             do
             delight
             .
          
        
         
           
             Shall
             of
             iniquity
             the
             throne
          
           
             have
             fellowship
             with
             thee
             ,
          
           
             Which
             mischief
             ,
             cunningly
             contriv'd
             ,
          
           
             doth
             by
             a
             law
             decree
             ?
          
           
             Against
             the
             righteous
             souls
             they
             joyn
             ,
          
           
             they
             guiltlesse
             bloud
             condemn
             :
          
           
             But
             of
             my
             refuge
             God's
             the
             rock
             ,
          
           
             and
             my
             defence
             from
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             On
             them
             their
             own
             iniquity
          
           
             the
             Lord
             shall
             bring
             and
             lay
             ,
          
           
             And
             cut
             them
             off
             in
             their
             own
             sin
             ,
          
           
             our
             Lord
             God
             shall
             them
             slay
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           XCV
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Come
             ,
             let
             us
             sing
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             come
             ,
             let
             us
             ,
             every
             one
             ,
          
           
             A
             joyfull
             noise
             make
             to
             the
             Rock
          
           
             of
             our
             salvation
             .
          
           
             Let
             us
             before
             His
             presence
             come
             ,
          
           
             with
             praise
             and
             thankful
             voice
             :
          
           
             Let
             us
             sing
             Psalms
             to
             Him
             with
             grace
             ,
          
           
             and
             make
             a
             joyfull
             noise
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             God
             a
             great
             God
             ,
             and
             great
             King
             ,
          
           
             above
             all
             gods
             ,
             He
             is
             .
          
           
             Depths
             of
             the
             earth
             are
             in
             His
             hand
             ,
          
           
             the
             strength
             of
             hills
             is
             His.
          
           
             To
             Him
             the
             spacious
             sea
             belongs
             ,
          
           
             for
             He
             the
             same
             did
             make
             :
          
           
             The
             dry
             land
             also
             from
             His
             hands
          
           
             its
             form
             at
             first
             did
             take
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             come
             ,
             and
             let
             us
             worship
             Him
             ,
          
           
             let
             us
             bow
             down
             withall
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             our
             knees
             before
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             our
             maker
             ,
             let
             us
             fall
             .
          
           
             For
             He
             's
             our
             God
             ,
             the
             people
             we
          
           
             of
             His
             own
             pasture
             are
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             His
             hand
             the
             sheep
             ;
             to
             day
          
           
             if
             ye
             His
             voice
             will
             hear
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Then
             harden
             not
             your
             hearts
             ,
             as
             in
          
           
             the
             provocation
             ,
          
           
           
             As
             in
             the
             desert
             ,
             on
             the
             day
          
           
             of
             the
             tentation
             .
          
           
             When
             Me
             your
             fathers
             tempt'd
             ,
             and
             prov'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             did
             My
             working
             see
             :
          
           
             Ev'n
             for
             the
             space
             of
             fourty
             years
          
           
             this
             race
             hath
             grieved
             Me
             :
          
        
         
           
             I
             said
             ,
             This
             people
             erres
             in
             heart
             ,
          
           
             My
             wayes
             they
             do
             not
             know
             :
          
           
             To
             whom
             I
             sware
             in
             wrath
             ,
             that
             to
          
           
             My
             rest
             they
             should
             not
             go
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           XCVI
           .
        
         
           
             O
             sing
             a
             new
             song
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             sing
             ,
             all
             the
             earth
             ,
             to
             God
             :
          
           
             To
             God
             sing
             ,
             blesse
             His
             Name
             ,
             shew
             still
          
           
             His
             saving
             health
             abroad
             .
          
           
             Among
             the
             heathen
             nations
          
           
             His
             glory
             do
             declare
             :
          
           
             And
             unto
             all
             the
             people
             show
          
           
             His
             works
             that
             wondrous
             are
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             great
             's
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             greatly
             He
          
           
             is
             to
             be
             magnifi'd
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             worthy
             to
             he
             fear'd
             is
             He
          
           
             above
             all
             gods
             beside
             :
          
           
             For
             all
             the
             gods
             are
             idols
             dumb
          
           
             which
             blinded
             nations
             fear
             :
          
           
             But
             our
             God
             is
             the
             Lord
             ,
             by
             whom
          
           
             the
             heav'ns
             created
             were
             .
          
        
         
           
             Great
             honour
             is
             before
             His
             face
             ,
          
           
             and
             majesty
             divine
             :
          
           
             Strength
             is
             with
             in
             His
             holy
             place
             ,
          
           
           
             and
             there
             doth
             beauty
             shine
             .
          
           
             Do
             you
             ,
             ascribe
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             of
             people
             every
             tribe
             ,
          
           
             Glory
             do
             you
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             mighty
             pow'r
             ascribe
             .
          
        
         
           
             Give
             ye
             the
             glory
             to
             the
             Lord
          
           
             that
             to
             His
             Name
             is
             due
             :
          
           
             Come
             ye
             into
             His
             Courts
             ,
             and
             bring
          
           
             an
             offering
             with
             you
             ,
          
           
             In
             beauty
             of
             His
             holinesse
          
           
             O
             do
             the
             Lord
             adore
             :
          
           
             Likewise
             let
             all
             the
             earth
             throughout
          
           
             tremble
             His
             face
             before
             .
          
        
         
           
             Among
             the
             heathen
             say
             ,
             God
             reigns
             :
          
           
             the
             world
             shall
             stedfastly
          
           
             Be
             fixt
             from
             moving
             ,
             He
             shall
             judge
          
           
             the
             people
             righteously
             .
          
           
             Let
             heav'ns
             be
             glad
             befor
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             let
             the
             earth
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             Let
             seas
             ,
             and
             all
             that
             is
             therein
             ,
          
           
             cry
             out
             ,
             and
             make
             a
             noyse
             :
          
        
         
           
             Let
             fields
             rejoyce
             ,
             and
             every
             thing
          
           
             that
             springeth
             of
             the
             earth
             :
          
           
             Then
             woods
             ,
             and
             every
             tree
             shall
             sing
          
           
             with
             gladnesse
             and
             with
             mirth
          
           
             Before
             the
             Lord
             ;
             because
             He
             comes
             ,
          
           
             to
             judge
             the
             earth
             comes
             He
             :
          
           
             He
             'll
             judge
             the
             world
             with
             righteousnes
             ,
          
           
             the
             people
             faithfullie
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           PSAL.
           XCVII
           .
        
         
           
             GOD
             reigneth
             ,
             let
             the
             earth
             be
             glad
             ,
          
           
             and
             isles
             rejoyce
             each
             one
             .
          
           
             Dark
             clouds
             Him
             compasse
             ,
             and
             in
             right
          
           
             with
             judgement
             dwells
             His
             Throne
             .
          
           
             Fire
             goes
             before
             Him
             ,
             and
             His
             foes
          
           
             it
             burns
             up
             round
             about
             .
          
           
             His
             lightnings
             lighten
             did
             the
             world
             ,
          
           
             earth
             saw
             ,
             and
             shook
             throughout
             .
          
        
         
           
             Hills
             ,
             at
             the
             presence
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             like
             wax
             ,
             did
             melt
             away
             :
          
           
             Ev'n
             at
             the
             presence
             of
             the
             Lord
          
           
             of
             all
             the
             earth
             ,
             I
             say
             .
          
           
             The
             heav'ns
             declare
             His
             righteousnesse
             ,
          
           
             all
             men
             His
             glory
             see
             .
          
           
             All
             who
             serve
             graven
             images
          
           
             confounded
             let
             them
             be
             :
          
        
         
           
             Who
             do
             of
             idols
             boast
             themselves
          
           
             let
             shame
             upon
             them
             fall
             .
          
           
             Ye
             that
             are
             called
             gods
             ,
             see
             that
          
           
             ye
             do
             Him
             worship
             all
             .
          
           
             Sion
             did
             hear
             ,
             and
             joyfull
             was
             ,
          
           
             glad
             Judahs
             daughters
             were
             ,
          
           
             They
             much
             rejoyc'd
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             because
          
           
             Thy
             judgements
             did
             appear
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             thou
             O
             Lord
             ,
             art
             high
             above
          
           
             all
             things
             on
             earth
             that
             are
             :
          
           
             Above
             all
             other
             gods
             thou
             art
          
           
             exalted
             very
             far
             .
          
           
             Hate
             ill
             ,
             all
             ye
             that
             love
             the
             Lord
             :
          
           
           
             His
             saints
             souls
             keepeth
             He
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             hands
             of
             wicked
             men
          
           
             He
             sets
             them
             safe
             and
             free
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             all
             those
             that
             be
             righteous
          
           
             sown
             is
             a
             joyfull
             light
             ,
          
           
             And
             gladnesse
             sown
             is
             for
             all
             those
          
           
             that
             are
             in
             heart
             upright
             .
          
           
             Ye
             righteous
             in
             the
             Lord
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             expresse
             your
             thankfulnesse
             ,
          
           
             When
             ye
             into
             your
             memory
          
           
             do
             call
             His
             holinesse
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             XCVIII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           .
        
         
           
             O
             sing
             a
             new
             song
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             for
             wonders
             He
             hath
             done
             :
          
           
             His
             right
             hand
             ,
             and
             His
             holy
             arm
          
           
             Him
             victory
             hath
             won
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             God
             his
             salvation
          
           
             hath
             caused
             to
             be
             known
             :
          
           
             His
             justice
             in
             the
             heathens
             sight
          
           
             He
             openly
             hath
             shown
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             mindful
             of
             His
             grace
             and
             truth
          
           
             to
             Israels
             house
             hath
             been
             :
          
           
             And
             the
             salvation
             of
             our
             God
          
           
             all
             ends
             of
             th'
             earth
             have
             seen
             .
          
           
             Let
             all
             the
             earth
             unto
             the
             Lord
          
           
             send
             forth
             a
             joyfull
             noyse
             :
          
           
             Lift
             up
             your
             voice
             aloud
             to
             Him
             ,
          
           
             sing
             praises
             ,
             and
             rejoyce
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             harp
             ,
             with
             harp
             ,
             and
             voice
             of
             psalms
             ,
          
           
           
             unto
             JEHOVAH
             sing
             .
          
           
             With
             trumpets
             ,
             cornets
             ,
             gladly
             sound
          
           
             before
             the
             Lord
             ,
             the
             King.
          
           
             Let
             seas
             ,
             and
             all
             their
             fulnesse
             roar
             ,
          
           
             the
             world
             ,
             and
             dwellers
             there
             .
          
           
             Let
             flouds
             clap
             hands
             ,
             and
             let
             the
             hills
          
           
             together
             joy
             declare
          
        
         
           
             Before
             the
             Lord
             ;
             because
             he
             comes
             ,
          
           
             to
             judge
             the
             earth
             comes
             He
             :
          
           
             He
             'll
             judge
             the
             world
             with
             righteousnesse
             ,
          
           
             His
             folk
             with
             equitie
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           XCIX
           .
        
         
           
             TH'
             Eternall
             Lord
             doth
             reign
             ,
             as
             King
             ,
          
           
             let
             all
             the
             people
             quake
             :
          
           
             He
             sits
             between
             the
             Cherubims
             ,
          
           
             let
             th'
             earth
             be
             mov'd
             and
             shake
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             in
             Sion
             great
             ,
             and
             high
          
           
             above
             all
             people
             is
             .
          
           
             Thy
             great
             and
             dreadfull
             Name
             (
             for
             it
          
           
             is
             Holy
             )
             let
             them
             blesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Kings
             strength
             also
             judgement
             loves
             :
          
           
             thou
             setlest
             equity
             ,
          
           
             Just
             judgement
             thou
             dost
             execute
          
           
             in
             Jacob
             ,
             righteously
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             our
             God
             exalt
             on
             hie
             ,
          
           
             and
             reverently
             do
             ye
          
           
             Before
             His
             footstool
             worship
             Him
             :
          
           
             the
             Holy-One
             is
             He.
             
          
        
         
           
             Moses
             and
             Aaron
             '
             mongst
             His
             priests
             ,
          
           
             Samuel
             with
             them
             that
             call
          
           
           
             Upon
             His
             Name
             ;
             these
             call'd
             on
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             He
             them
             answer'd
             all
             .
          
           
             Within
             the
             pillar
             of
             the
             cloud
          
           
             He
             unto
             them
             did
             speak
             :
          
           
             The
             testimonies
             ,
             He
             them
             taught
             ,
          
           
             and
             lawes
             ,
             they
             did
             not
             break
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             answeredst
             them
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             our
             God
             ,
          
           
             thou
             wast
             a
             God
             that
             gave
          
           
             Pardon
             to
             them
             ,
             though
             on
             their
             deeds
          
           
             thou
             wouldest
             vengeance
             have
             .
          
           
             Do
             ye
             exalt
             the
             Lord
             ,
             our
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             at
             His
             holy
             hill
          
           
             Do
             ye
             Him
             worship
             ;
             for
             the
             Lord
          
           
             our
             God
             is
             Holy
             still
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
               PSAL.
               C.
            
             A
             Psalm
             of
             praise
             .
          
           
             
               ALL
               people
               that
               on
               earth
               do
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               Sing
               to
               the
               Lord
               with
               chearfull
               voice
               .
            
             
               Him
               serve
               with
               mirth
               ,
               His
               praise
               forth
               tell
               ,
            
             
               Come
               ye
               before
               Him
               and
               rejoyce
               .
            
             
               Know
               ,
               that
               the
               Lord
               is
               God
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Without
               our
               aid
               He
               did
               us
               make
               :
            
             
               We
               are
               his
               flock
               ,
               he
               doth
               us
               feed
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               sheep
               he
               doth
               us
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               enter
               then
               his
               gates
               with
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Approach
               with
               joy
               his
               Courts
               unto
               :
            
             
               Praise
               ,
               laud
               ;
               and
               blesse
               his
               Name
               alwayes
               ,
            
             
               For
               it
               is
               seemly
               so
               to
               do
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               ?
               the
               Lord
               our
               God
               is
               good
               ,
            
             
               His
               mercy
               is
               for
               ever
               sure
               :
            
             
               His
               truth
               at
               all
               times
               firmly
               stood
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               from
               age
               to
               age
               endure
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               O
               All
               ye
               lands
               ,
               unto
               the
               Lord
            
             
               make
               ye
               a
               joyfull
               noyse
               .
            
             
               Serve
               God
               with
               gladnesse
               ,
               him
               before
            
             
               come
               with
               a
               singing
               voice
               .
            
             
               Know
               ye
               the
               Lord
               ,
               that
               he
               is
               God
               ,
            
             
               not
               we
               ,
               but
               He
               us
               made
               ;
            
             
               We
               are
               his
               people
               ,
               and
               the
               sheep
            
             
               within
               his
               pasture
               fed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Enter
               his
               gates
               and
               courts
               ,
               with
               praise
               ,
            
             
               to
               thank
               him
               go
               ye
               thither
               :
            
             
               To
               him
               expresse
               your
               thankfulnesse
               ,
            
             
               and
               blesse
               his
               Name
               together
               .
            
             
               Because
               the
               Lord
               our
               God
               is
               good
               ,
            
             
               his
               mercy
               faileth
               never
               ;
            
             
               And
               to
               all
               generations
            
             
               his
               truth
               endureth
               ever
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CI.
          
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             I
             Mercy
             will
             ,
             and
             judgement
             sing
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             I
             will
             sing
             to
             thee
             .
          
           
             With
             wisdom
             ,
             in
             a
             perfect
             way
          
           
             shall
             my
             behaviour
             be
             .
          
           
             O
             when
             in
             kindnesse
             unto
             me
             ,
          
           
             wilt
             thou
             be
             pleas'd
             to
             come
             ?
          
           
             I
             with
             a
             perfect
             heart
             will
             walk
          
           
             within
             my
             house
             ,
             at
             home
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             will
             endure
             no
             wicked
             thing
          
           
             before
             mine
             eyes
             to
             be
             :
          
           
           
             I
             hate
             their
             work
             that
             turn
             aside
             ,
          
           
             it
             shall
             not
             cleave
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             A
             stubborn
             and
             a
             froward
             heart
          
           
             depart
             quite
             from
             me
             shall
             :
          
           
             A
             person
             giv'n
             to
             wickednesse
          
           
             I
             will
             not
             know
             at
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             'le
             cut
             him
             off
             ,
             that
             slandereth
          
           
             his
             neighbour
             privily
             :
          
           
             The
             haughtie
             heart
             I
             will
             not
             bear
             ,
          
           
             nor
             him
             that
             looketh
             hie
             .
          
           
             Upon
             the
             faithfull
             of
             the
             land
          
           
             mine
             eyes
             shall
             be
             ,
             that
             they
          
           
             May
             dwell
             with
             me
             :
             he
             shall
             me
             serve
          
           
             that
             walks
             in
             perfect
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             of
             deceit
             a
             worker
             is
             ,
          
           
             in
             my
             house
             shall
             not
             dwell
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             my
             presence
             shall
             he
             not
          
           
             remain
             ,
             that
             lies
             doth
             tell
             .
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             all
             the
             wicked
             of
             the
             land
          
           
             early
             destroy
             will
             I
             :
          
           
             All
             from
             Gods
             city
             to
             cut
             off
             ,
          
           
             that
             work
             iniquity
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
               PSAL
               CII
            
             .
             A
             prayer
             of
             the
             afflicted
             when
             he
             is
             overwhelmed
             ,
             and
             poureth
             out
             his
             complaint
             before
             the
             Lord.
             
          
           
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               unto
               my
               pray'r
               give
               ear
               ,
            
             
               my
               cry
               let
               come
               to
               thee
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               day
               of
               my
               distresse
            
             
               hide
               not
               thy
               face
               from
               me
               :
            
             
               Give
               ear
               to
               me
               :
               what
               time
               I
               call
               ,
            
             
               to
               answer
               me
               make
               haste
               .
            
             
             
               For
               as
               an
               hearth
               my
               bones
               are
               burnt
               ,
            
             
               my
               dayes
               ,
               like
               smoke
               ,
               do
               waste
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               heart
               within
               me
               smitten
               is
               ,
            
             
               and
               it
               is
               withered
               ,
            
             
               Like
               very
               grasse
               ,
               so
               that
               I
               do
            
             
               forget
               to
               eat
               my
               bread
               .
            
             
               By
               reason
               of
               my
               groaning
               voice
               ,
            
             
               my
               bones
               cleave
               to
               my
               skin
               .
            
             
               Like
               pelican
               in
               wildernesse
            
             
               forsaken
               I
               have
               bin
               :
            
          
           
             
               I
               like
               an
               owl
               in
               desert
               am
               ,
            
             
               that
               nightly
               there
               doth
               moan
               :
            
             
               I
               watch
               ,
               and
               like
               a
               sparrow
               am
            
             
               on
               the
               house
               top
               alone
               .
            
             
               My
               bitter
               enemies
               all
               the
               day
            
             
               reproaches
               cast
               on
               me
               :
            
             
               And
               being
               mad
               at
               me
               ,
               with
               rage
            
             
               against
               me
               sworn
               they
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               ,
               I
               ashes
               eaten
               have
               ,
            
             
               like
               bread
               ,
               in
               sorrows
               deep
               ;
            
             
               My
               drink
               I
               also
               mingled
               have
            
             
               with
               tears
               that
               I
               did
               weep
               .
            
             
               Thy
               wrath
               and
               indignation
            
             
               did
               cause
               this
               grief
               and
               pain
               :
            
             
               For
               thou
               hast
               lift
               me
               up
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               and
               cast
               me
               down
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               dayes
               are
               like
               unto
               a
               shade
               ,
            
             
               which
               doth
               declining
               passe
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               am
               dry'd
               and
               withered
               ,
            
             
               ev'n
               like
               unto
               the
               grasse
               .
            
             
               But
               thou
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               everlasting
               art
               ,
            
             
             
               and
               thy
               remembrance
               shall
            
             
               Continually
               endure
               ,
               and
               be
            
             
               to
               generations
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               shalt
               arise
               ,
               and
               mercy
               have
            
             
               upon
               thy
               Zion
               yet
               :
            
             
               The
               time
               to
               favour
               her
               is
               come
               ,
            
             
               the
               time
               that
               thou
               hast
               set
               .
            
             
               For
               in
               her
               rubbish
               ,
               and
               her
               stones
            
             
               thy
               servants
               pleasure
               take
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               they
               the
               very
               dust
               thereof
            
             
               do
               favour
               ,
               for
               her
               sake
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               shall
               the
               heathen
               people
               fear
            
             
               the
               Lords
               most
               holy
               Name
               :
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Kings
               on
               earth
               shal
               dread
            
             
               thy
               glory
               ,
               and
               thy
               fame
               .
            
             
               When
               Zion
               by
               the
               mighty
               Lord
            
             
               built
               up
               again
               shall
               be
               ,
            
             
               In
               Glory
               then
               ,
               and
               Majesty
            
             
               to
               men
               appear
               shall
               He.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               prayer
               of
               the
               destitute
            
             
               he
               surely
               will
               regard
               ,
            
             
               Their
               prayer
               will
               he
               not
               despise
               ,
            
             
               by
               him
               it
               shall
               be
               heard
               .
            
             
               For
               generations
               yet
               to
               come
            
             
               this
               shall
               be
               on
               record
               :
            
             
               So
               shall
               the
               people
               ,
               that
               shall
               be
            
             
               created
               ,
               praise
               the
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
               He
               from
               his
               Sanctuaries
               height
            
             
               hath
               downward
               cast
               his
               eye
               ▪
            
             
               And
               from
               his
               glorious
               Throne
               in
               heav'n
               ,
            
             
               the
               Lord
               the
               earth
               did
               spy
               :
            
             
             
               That
               of
               the
               mournfull
               prisoner
            
             
               the
               groanings
               he
               might
               hear
               ,
            
             
               To
               set
               them
               free
               that
               unto
               death
            
             
               by
               men
               appointed
               are
               :
            
          
           
             
               That
               they
               in
               Zion
               may
               declare
            
             
               the
               Lords
               most
               holy
               Name
               ,
            
             
               And
               publish
               in
               Jerusalem
            
             
               the
               praises
               of
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               When
               as
               the
               people
               gather
               shall
            
             
               in
               troups
               with
               one
               accord
               ,
            
             
               When
               Kingdoms
               shall
               assembled
               be
            
             
               to
               serve
               the
               highest
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
               My
               wonted
               force
               and
               strength
               he
               hath
            
             
               abated
               in
               the
               way
               ;
            
             
               And
               he
               my
               dayes
               hath
               shortened
               :
            
             
               Thus
               therefore
               did
               I
               say
               ▪
            
             
               My
               God
               ,
               in
               mid-time
               of
               my
               dayes
               ,
            
             
               take
               thou
               me
               not
               away
               :
            
             
               From
               age
               to
               age
               ,
               eternally
            
             
               thy
               years
               endure
               and
               stay
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               firm
               foundation
               of
               the
               earth
            
             
               of
               old
               time
               thou
               hast
               laid
               :
            
             
               The
               heavens
               also
               are
               the
               work
            
             
               which
               thine
               own
               hands
               have
               made
               .
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               for
               evermore
               endure
               ,
            
             
               but
               they
               shall
               perish
               all
               ;
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               every
               one
               of
               them
               wax
               old
               ,
            
             
               like
               to
               a
               garment
               ,
               shall
               :
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               as
               a
               vesture
               shalt
               them
               change
               ,
            
             
               and
               they
               shall
               changed
               be
               .
            
             
               But
               Thou
               the
               same
               art
               ,
               and
               thy
               years
            
             
               are
               to
               eternitie
               .
            
             
             
               The
               children
               of
               thy
               servants
               shall
            
             
               continually
               endure
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               thy
               sight
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               their
               seed
            
             
               shall
               be
               establisht
               sure
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               LOrd
               ,
               hear
               my
               pray'r
               ,
               and
               let
               my
               cry
            
             
               Have
               speedie
               accesse
               unto
               thee
               .
            
             
               In
               day
               of
               my
               calamity
            
             
               O
               hide
               not
               Thou
               thy
               face
               from
               me
               :
            
             
               Hear
               when
               I
               call
               to
               thee
               ,
               that
               day
            
             
               An
               answer
               speedily
               return
               :
            
             
               My
               dayes
               like
               smoke
               consume
               away
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               as
               an
               hearth
               ,
               my
               bones
               do
               burn
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               heart
               is
               wounded
               very
               sore
               ,
            
             
               And
               withered
               ,
               like
               to
               grasse
               ,
               doth
               fade
               :
            
             
               I
               am
               forgetfull
               grown
               therefore
            
             
               To
               take
               and
               eat
               my
               daily
               bread
               .
            
             
               By
               reason
               of
               my
               smart
               within
               ,
            
             
               And
               voice
               of
               my
               most
               grievous
               groans
               ,
            
             
               My
               flesh
               consumed
               is
               ,
               my
               skin
               ,
            
             
               All
               parcht
               ,
               doth
               cleave
               unto
               my
               bones
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Pelican
               of
               wildernesse
               ,
            
             
               The
               Owl
               in
               deserts
               I
               do
               match
               ,
            
             
               And
               Sparrow-like
               companionlesse
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               houses
               top
               I
               watch
               .
            
             
               I
               all
               day
               long
               am
               made
               a
               scorn
               ,
            
             
               Reproach'd
               by
               my
               malicious
               foes
               :
            
             
               The
               mad
               men
               are
               against
               me
               sworn
               ,
            
             
               The
               men
               against
               me
               that
               arose
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               have
               ashes
               eaten
               up
               ,
            
             
             
               To
               me
               as
               if
               they
               had
               been
               bread
               ;
            
             
               And
               with
               my
               drink
               I
               in
               my
               cup
            
             
               Of
               bitter
               tears
               a
               mixture
               made
               .
            
             
               Because
               thy
               wrath
               was
               not
               appeas'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               dreadfull
               indignation
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               it
               was
               that
               thou
               me
               rais'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               again
               didst
               cast
               me
               down
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               dayes
               are
               like
               a
               shade
               alway
               ,
            
             
               Which
               doth
               declining
               swiftly
               passe
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               am
               withered
               away
            
             
               Much
               like
               unto
               the
               fading
               grasse
               .
            
             
               But
               thou
               O
               Lord
               ,
               shalt
               still
               endure
            
             
               From
               change
               and
               all
               mutation
               free
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               to
               all
               generations
               ,
               sure
            
             
               Shall
               thy
               remembrance
               ever
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               shalt
               arise
               ,
               and
               mercy
               yet
            
             
               Thou
               to
               mount
               Zion
               shalt
               extend
               :
            
             
               Her
               time
               for
               favour
               which
               was
               set
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               ,
               is
               now
               come
               to
               an
               end
               .
            
             
               Thy
               saints
               take
               pleasure
               in
               her
               stones
               ,
            
             
               Her
               very
               dust
               to
               them
               is
               dear
               .
            
             
               All
               heathen
               lands
               and
               kingly
               thrones
            
             
               On
               earth
               ,
               thy
               glorious
               Name
               shall
               fear
               .
            
          
           
             
               God
               in
               his
               glory
               shall
               appear
               ,
            
             
               When
               Zion
               he
               builds
               and
               repairs
               .
            
             
               He
               shall
               regard
               and
               lend
               his
               ear
            
             
               Unto
               the
               needies
               humble
               pray'rs
               .
            
             
               Th'
               afflicteds
               pray'r
               He
               will
               not
               scorn
               :
            
             
               All
               times
               this
               shall
               be
               in
               record
               ,
            
             
               And
               generations
               yet
               unborn
            
             
               Shall
               praise
               and
               magnifie
               the
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               He
               from
               his
               holy
               place
               look'd
               down
               ,
            
             
               The
               earth
               he
               view'd
               from
               heav'n
               on
               hie
               ;
            
             
               To
               hear
               the
               prisoners
               mourning
               groan
               ,
            
             
               And
               free
               them
               that
               are
               dam'd
               to
               die
               ;
            
             
               That
               Zion
               ,
               and
               Jerusalem
               too
            
             
               His
               Name
               and
               praise
               may
               well
               record
               ,
            
             
               When
               people
               and
               the
               Kingdoms
               do
            
             
               Assemble
               all
               to
               praise
               the
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
               My
               strength
               he
               weakned
               in
               the
               way
               ,
            
             
               My
               dayes
               of
               life
               he
               shortened
               .
            
             
               My
               God
               ,
               O
               take
               me
               not
               away
            
             
               In
               mid-time
               of
               my
               dayes
               ,
               I
               said
               :
            
             
               Thy
               years
               throughout
               all
               ages
               last
               .
            
             
               Of
               old
               thou
               hast
               established
            
             
               The
               earths
               foundation
               firm
               and
               fast
               :
            
             
               Thy
               mighty
               hands
               the
               heav'ns
               have
               made
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               perish
               shall
               ,
               as
               garments
               do
               ,
            
             
               But
               thou
               shalt
               evermore
               endure
               :
            
             
               As
               vestures
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               change
               them
               so
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               shall
               all
               be
               changed
               sure
               .
            
             
               But
               from
               all
               changes
               thou
               art
               free
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               endlesse
               years
               do
               last
               for
               ay
               .
            
             
               Thy
               servants
               ,
               and
               their
               seed
               who
               be
               ,
            
             
               Establish'd
               shall
               before
               thee
               stay
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CIII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             O
             thou
             my
             soul
             ,
             blesse
             God
             ,
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             all
             that
             in
             me
             is
          
           
             Be
             stirred
             up
             his
             holy
             Name
          
           
             to
             magnifie
             and
             blesse
             .
          
           
           
             Blesse
             ,
             O
             my
             soul
             ,
             the
             Lord
             ,
             thy
             God
             ,
          
           
             and
             not
             forgetfull
             be
          
           
             Of
             all
             his
             gracious
             benefites
          
           
             he
             hath
             bestow'd
             on
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             All
             thine
             iniquities
             who
             doth
          
           
             most
             graciously
             forgive
             :
          
           
             Who
             thy
             diseases
             all
             and
             pains
          
           
             doth
             heal
             ,
             and
             thee
             relieve
             .
          
           
             Who
             doth
             redeem
             thy
             life
             ,
             that
             thou
          
           
             to
             death
             may
             not
             go
             down
             :
          
           
             Who
             thee
             with
             loving
             kindnesse
             doth
          
           
             and
             tender
             mercies
             crown
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             with
             abundance
             of
             good
             things
          
           
             doth
             satisfie
             thy
             mouth
             :
          
           
             So
             that
             ,
             ev'n
             as
             the
             Eagles
             age
             ,
          
           
             renewed
             is
             thy
             youth
             .
          
           
             God
             righteous
             judgement
             executes
          
           
             for
             all
             oppressed
             ones
             .
          
           
             His
             way
             to
             Moses
             ,
             he
             his
             acts
          
           
             made
             known
             to
             Israels
             sons
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lord
             our
             God
             is
             mercifull
             ,
          
           
             and
             he
             is
             gracious
             ,
          
           
             Long
             suffering
             ,
             and
             slow
             to
             wrath
             ,
          
           
             in
             mercy
             plenteous
             .
          
           
             He
             will
             not
             chide
             continually
             ,
          
           
             nor
             keep
             his
             anger
             still
             .
          
           
             With
             us
             he
             dealt
             not
             as
             we
             sin'd
             ,
          
           
             nor
             did
             require
             our
             ill
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             as
             the
             heaven
             in
             its
             height
          
           
             the
             earth
             surmounteth
             far
             ,
          
           
             So
             great
             to
             those
             that
             do
             him
             fear
             ,
          
           
           
             his
             tender
             mercies
             are
             .
          
           
             As
             far
             as
             East
             is
             distant
             from
          
           
             the
             VVest
             ,
             so
             far
             hath
             He
          
           
             From
             us
             removed
             ,
             in
             His
             love
             ,
          
           
             all
             our
             iniquitie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Such
             pity
             as
             a
             father
             hath
          
           
             unto
             his
             children
             dear
             ,
          
           
             Like
             pity
             shews
             the
             Lord
             to
             such
          
           
             as
             worship
             Him
             in
             fear
             .
          
           
             For
             He
             remembers
             ,
             we
             are
             dust
             ,
          
           
             and
             He
             our
             frame
             well
             knows
             .
          
           
             Frail
             man
             ,
             his
             dayes
             are
             like
             the
             grasse
             ,
          
           
             as
             flowr
             in
             field
             he
             grows
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             over
             it
             the
             winde
             doth
             passe
             ,
          
           
             and
             it
             away
             is
             gone
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             place
             where
             once
             it
             was
          
           
             it
             shall
             no
             more
             be
             known
             .
          
           
             But
             unto
             them
             ,
             that
             do
             Him
             fear
             ,
          
           
             Gods
             mercy
             never
             ends
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             their
             childrens
             children
             still
          
           
             His
             righteousnesse
             extends
             :
          
        
         
           
             To
             such
             as
             keep
             ,
             his
             covenant
             ,
          
           
             and
             mindfull
             are
             alway
          
           
             Of
             His
             most
             just
             commandements
             ,
          
           
             that
             they
             may
             them
             obey
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             prepared
             hath
             His
             Throne
          
           
             in
             heavens
             firm
             to
             stand
             :
          
           
             And
             every
             thing
             that
             being
             hath
          
           
             His
             Kingdom
             doth
             command
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             ye
             his
             Angels
             ,
             that
             excell
          
           
             in
             strength
             ,
             blesse
             ye
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
           
             Ye
             who
             obey
             what
             he
             commands
             ,
          
           
             and
             hearken
             to
             his
             word
             .
          
           
             O
             blesse
             ,
             and
             magnifie
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             ye
             glorious
             hosts
             of
             his
             ,
          
           
             Ye
             ministers
             ,
             that
             do
             fulfill
          
           
             what
             e're
             his
             pleasure
             is
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             blesse
             the
             Lord
             ,
             all
             ye
             his
             works
             ,
          
           
             wherewith
             the
             world
             is
             stor'd
          
           
             In
             his
             dominions
             every-where
             :
          
           
             my
             soul
             blesse
             thou
             the
             Lord.
             
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CIV
           .
        
         
           
             BLesse
             God
             ,
             my
             soul
             :
             O
             Lord
             my
             God
             ,
          
           
             thou
             are
             exceeding
             great
             ,
          
           
             With
             Honour
             and
             with
             Majestie
          
           
             thou
             clothed
             art
             in
             state
             .
          
           
             With
             light
             ,
             as
             with
             a
             robe
             ,
             thy self
          
           
             thou
             coverest
             about
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             like
             unto
             a
             curtain
             ,
             thou
          
           
             the
             heavens
             stretchest
             out
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             of
             his
             chambers
             doth
             the
             beams
          
           
             within
             the
             waters
             lay
             ;
          
           
             Who
             doth
             the
             clouds
             his
             chariot
             make
             ,
          
           
             on
             wings
             of
             winde
             make
             way
             .
          
           
             Who
             flaming
             fire
             his
             ministers
             ,
          
           
             his
             Angels
             sp'rits
             doth
             make
             ;
          
           
             Who
             earths
             foundations
             did
             lay
             ,
          
           
             that
             it
             should
             never
             shake
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             didst
             it
             cover
             with
             the
             deep
             ,
          
           
             as
             with
             a
             garment
             spred
             :
          
           
             The
             waters
             stood
             above
             the
             hills
             ,
          
           
             when
             thou
             the
             word
             but
             said
             .
          
           
           
             But
             ,
             at
             the
             voice
             of
             thy
             rebuke
          
           
             they
             fled
             ,
             and
             would
             not
             stay
             :
          
           
             They
             ,
             at
             thy
             thunders
             dreadfull
             voice
             ,
          
           
             did
             haste
             them
             fast
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             by
             the
             mountains
             do
             ascend
             ,
          
           
             and
             by
             the
             valley
             ground
          
           
             Descend
             ,
             unto
             that
             very
             place
          
           
             which
             thou
             for
             them
             didst
             found
             .
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             a
             bound
             unto
             them
             set
             ▪
          
           
             that
             they
             may
             not
             passe
             over
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             do
             not
             return
             again
          
           
             the
             face
             of
             earth
             to
             cover
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             to
             the
             valleys
             sends
             the
             springs
             ,
          
           
             which
             run
             among
             the
             hills
             :
          
           
             They
             to
             all
             beasts
             of
             field
             give
             drink
             ,
          
           
             wilde
             asses
             drink
             their
             fills
             .
          
           
             By
             them
             the
             fowls
             of
             heav'n
             shal
             have
          
           
             their
             habitation
             ,
          
           
             Which
             do
             among
             the
             branches
             sing
          
           
             with
             delectation
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             from
             his
             chambers
             watereth
          
           
             the
             hills
             ,
             when
             they
             are
             dry'd
             :
          
           
             With
             fruit
             and
             increase
             of
             thy
             works
          
           
             the
             earth
             is
             satisfi'd
             .
          
           
             For
             cattel
             he
             makes
             grasse
             to
             grow
             ,
          
           
             he
             makes
             the
             herb
             to
             spring
          
           
             For
             th'
             use
             of
             man
             ,
             that
             food
             to
             him
             ,
          
           
             he
             from
             the
             earth
             may
             bring
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             wine
             ,
             that
             to
             the
             heart
             of
             man
          
           
             doth
             cheerfulnesse
             impart
             ,
          
           
             Oil
             that
             his
             face
             makes
             shine
             ,
             and
             bread
          
           
           
             that
             strengtheneth
             his
             heart
             .
          
           
             The
             trees
             of
             God
             are
             full
             of
             sap
             ,
          
           
             the
             Cedars
             that
             do
             stand
          
           
             In
             Lebanon
             ,
             which
             planted
             were
          
           
             by
             his
             Almighty
             hand
             .
          
        
         
           
             Birds
             of
             the
             air
             upon
             their
             boughs
          
           
             do
             choose
             their
             nests
             to
             make
             :
          
           
             As
             for
             the
             Stork
             ,
             the
             fir-trees
             she
          
           
             doth
             for
             her
             dwelling
             take
             .
          
           
             The
             loftie
             mountains
             for
             wilde
             goats
          
           
             a
             place
             of
             refuge
             be
             :
          
           
             The
             Conies
             also
             to
             the
             rocks
          
           
             do
             for
             their
             safetie
             flee
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             sets
             the
             Moon
             in
             heav'n
             ,
             thereby
          
           
             the
             seasons
             to
             discern
             :
          
           
             From
             Him
             the
             Sun
             ,
             his
             certain
             time
          
           
             of
             going
             down
             ,
             doth
             learn.
          
           
             Thou
             darknesse
             mak'st
             ,
             't
             is
             night
             ,
             then
             beasts
          
           
             of
             forrests
             creep
             abroad
             .
          
           
             The
             Lions
             young
             roar
             for
             their
             prey
             ,
          
           
             and
             seek
             their
             meat
             from
             God.
             
          
        
         
           
             The
             Sun
             doth
             rise
             ,
             and
             home
             they
             flock
             ,
          
           
             down
             in
             their
             dens
             they
             ly
             .
          
           
             Man
             goes
             to
             work
             ,
             his
             labour
             he
          
           
             doth
             to
             the
             evening
             ply
             .
          
           
             How
             manifold
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             are
             thy
             works
             !
          
           
             in
             wisdom
             wonderfull
          
           
             Thou
             every
             one
             of
             them
             hast
             made
             ;
          
           
             earth's
             of
             thy
             riches
             full
             .
          
        
         
           
             So
             is
             this
             great
             and
             spacious
             sea
             ,
          
           
             wherein
             things
             creeping
             are
          
           
           
             Which
             numbred
             cannot
             be
             ;
             and
             beasts
          
           
             both
             great
             and
             small
             are
             there
             .
          
           
             There
             ships
             go
             ,
             there
             thou
             mak'st
             to
             play
          
           
             that
             Leviathan
             great
             :
          
           
             These
             all
             wait
             on
             thee
             ,
             that
             thou
             may'st
          
           
             in
             due
             time
             give
             them
             meat
             .
          
        
         
           
             That
             ,
             which
             thou
             givest
             unto
             them
             ,
          
           
             they
             gather
             for
             their
             food
             ;
          
           
             Thine
             hand
             thou
             op'nest
             liberally
             ,
          
           
             they
             filled
             are
             with
             good
             .
          
           
             Thou
             hid'st
             thy
             face
             ,
             they
             troubled
             are
             ;
          
           
             their
             breath
             thou
             tak'st
             away
             ,
          
           
             Then
             do
             they
             die
             ,
             and
             to
             their
             dust
          
           
             return
             again
             do
             they
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             quickning
             Spirit
             thou
             sendest
             forth
             ,
          
           
             then
             they
             created
             be
             :
          
           
             And
             then
             the
             earths
             decayed
             face
          
           
             renewed
             is
             by
             thee
             .
          
           
             The
             glory
             of
             the
             mighty
             Lord
          
           
             continue
             shall
             for
             ever
             :
          
           
             The
             Lord
             JEHOVAH
             shall
             rejoyce
          
           
             in
             all
             his
             works
             together
             .
          
        
         
           
             Earth
             ,
             as
             affrighted
             ,
             trembleth
             all
             ,
          
           
             if
             He
             on
             it
             but
             look
             :
          
           
             And
             if
             the
             mountains
             He
             but
             touch
             ,
          
           
             they
             presently
             do
             smoke
             .
          
           
             I
             will
             sing
             to
             the
             Lord
             most
             high
             ,
          
           
             so
             long
             as
             I
             shall
             live
             ;
          
           
             And
             while
             I
             being
             have
             ,
             I
             shall
          
           
             to
             my
             God
             praises
             give
             .
          
        
         
           
             Of
             Him
             my
             meditation
             shall
          
           
           
             sweet
             thoughts
             to
             me
             afford
             ;
          
           
             And
             as
             for
             me
             ,
             I
             will
             rejoyce
          
           
             in
             God
             ,
             my
             only
             Lord.
             
          
        
         
           
             From
             earth
             let
             sinners
             be
             consum'd
             ,
          
           
             let
             ill
             men
             no
             more
             be
             .
          
           
             O
             thou
             my
             soul
             ,
             blesse
             thou
             the
             Lord
             :
          
           
             praise
             to
             the
             Lord
             give
             ye
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CV
           .
        
         
           
             GIve
             thanks
             to
             God
             ,
             call
             on
             His
             Name
             ,
          
           
             to
             men
             his
             deeds
             make
             known
             .
          
           
             Sing
             ye
             to
             him
             ,
             sing
             psalms
             ;
             proclaim
          
           
             his
             wondrous
             works
             each
             one
             .
          
           
             See
             that
             ye
             in
             his
             holy
             Name
          
           
             to
             glory
             do
             accord
             :
          
           
             And
             let
             the
             heart
             of
             every
             one
          
           
             rejoyce
             ,
             that
             seeks
             the
             Lord.
             
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             Almighty
             ,
             and
             his
             strength
          
           
             with
             stedfast
             hearts
             seek
             ye
             .
          
           
             His
             blessed
             and
             his
             gracious
             face
          
           
             seek
             ye
             continually
             .
          
           
             Think
             on
             the
             works
             that
             he
             hath
             done
             ,
          
           
             which
             admiration
             breed
             ;
          
           
             His
             wonders
             ;
             and
             the
             judgements
             all
          
           
             which
             from
             his
             mouth
             proceed
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             ye
             that
             are
             of
             Abrahams
             race
             ,
          
           
             his
             servant
             well
             approv'n
             ,
          
           
             And
             ye
             that
             Jacobs
             children
             are
             ,
          
           
             whom
             he
             choos'd
             for
             his
             own
             ,
          
           
             Because
             He
             ,
             and
             He
             only
             ,
             is
          
           
             the
             mighty
             Lord
             ,
             our
             God
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             his
             most
             righteous
             judgements
             are
          
           
             in
             all
             the
             earth
             abroad
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             Covenant
             he
             remembred
             hath
             ,
          
           
             that
             it
             may
             ever
             stand
             :
          
           
             To
             thousand
             generations
          
           
             the
             word
             he
             did
             command
             .
          
           
             VVhich
             Covenant
             he
             firmly
             made
          
           
             with
             faithfull
             Abraham
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             Isaac
             by
             his
             oath
          
           
             he
             did
             renew
             the
             same
             :
          
        
         
           
             And
             unto
             Jacob
             ,
             for
             a
             Law
             ,
          
           
             he
             made
             it
             firm
             and
             sure
             ,
          
           
             A
             Covenant
             to
             Israel
             ,
          
           
             which
             ever
             should
             endure
             .
          
           
             He
             said
             ,
             I
             'le
             give
             Canaans
             land
          
           
             for
             heritage
             to
             you
             :
          
           
             VVhile
             they
             were
             strangers
             there
             ,
             and
             few
             ,
          
           
             in
             number
             very
             few
             .
          
        
         
           
             VVhile
             yet
             they
             went
             from
             land
             to
             land
             ,
          
           
             without
             a
             sure
             abode
             ;
          
           
             And
             while
             ,
             through
             sundry
             kingdoms
             ,
             they
          
           
             did
             wander
             far
             abroad
             :
          
           
             Yet
             notwithstanding
             suffered
             he
          
           
             no
             man
             to
             do
             them
             wrong
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             for
             their
             sakes
             ,
             he
             did
             reprove
          
           
             Kings
             ,
             who
             were
             great
             and
             strong
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             did
             he
             say
             ,
             Touch
             ye
             not
             those
          
           
             that
             mine
             anointed
             be
             ,
          
           
             Not
             do
             the
             Prophets
             any
             harm
          
           
             that
             do
             pertain
             to
             Me.
          
           
             He
             call'd
             for
             famine
             the
             land
             ,
          
           
           
             he
             brake
             the
             staff
             of
             bread
             .
          
           
             But
             yet
             he
             sent
             a
             man
             before
             ,
          
           
             by
             whom
             they
             should
             be
             fed
             :
          
        
         
           
             Ev'n
             Joseph
             ,
             whom
             unnaturally
          
           
             sell
             for
             a
             slave
             did
             they
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             feet
             with
             fetters
             they
             did
             hurt
             ,
          
           
             and
             he
             in
             irons
             lay
             .
          
           
             Untill
             the
             time
             that
             his
             word
             came
          
           
             to
             give
             him
             liberty
             :
          
           
             The
             word
             and
             purpose
             of
             the
             Lord
          
           
             did
             him
             in
             prison
             try
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             sent
             the
             King
             ,
             and
             did
             command
          
           
             that
             he
             enlarg'd
             should
             be
             ,
          
           
             He
             that
             the
             peoples
             ruler
             was
             ,
          
           
             did
             send
             to
             set
             him
             free
             .
          
           
             A
             Lord
             ,
             to
             rule
             his
             family
             ,
          
           
             he
             rais'd
             him
             ,
             as
             most
             fit
             ;
          
           
             To
             him
             ,
             of
             all
             that
             he
             possest
             ,
          
           
             he
             did
             the
             charge
             commit
             .
          
        
         
           
             That
             he
             might
             at
             his
             pleasure
             binde
          
           
             the
             Princes
             of
             the
             land
             ;
          
           
             And
             he
             might
             teach
             his
             Senatours
          
           
             wisdom
             to
             understand
             .
          
           
             The
             people
             then
             of
             Israel
          
           
             down
             into
             Aegypt
             came
             :
          
           
             And
             Jacob
             also
             sojourned
          
           
             within
             the
             land
             of
             Ham.
             
          
        
         
           
             And
             he
             did
             greatly
             ,
             by
             his
             pow'r
             ,
          
           
             increase
             his
             people
             there
             ;
          
           
             And
             stronger
             then
             their
             enemies
          
           
             they
             by
             his
             blessing
             were
             .
          
           
           
             Their
             heart
             he
             turned
             to
             envy
          
           
             his
             folk
             maliciously
             ,
          
           
             With
             those
             that
             his
             own
             servants
             were
          
           
             to
             deal
             in
             subtilty
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             servant
             Moses
             he
             did
             send
             ,
          
           
             Aaron
             his
             chosen
             one
             :
          
           
             By
             these
             ,
             his
             signes
             and
             wonders
             great
          
           
             in
             Hams
             land
             were
             made
             known
             .
          
           
             Darknesse
             he
             sent
             ,
             and
             made
             it
             dark
             :
          
           
             his
             word
             they
             did
             obey
             .
          
           
             He
             turn'd
             their
             waters
             into
             bloud
             ,
          
           
             and
             he
             their
             fish
             did
             slay
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             land
             in
             plenty
             brought
             forth
             frogs
          
           
             in
             chambers
             of
             their
             Kings
             .
          
           
             His
             word
             all
             sorts
             of
             flies
             and
             lice
          
           
             in
             all
             their
             borders
             brings
             .
          
           
             He
             hail
             for
             rain
             ,
             and
             flaming
             fire
          
           
             into
             their
             land
             he
             sent
             :
          
           
             And
             he
             their
             vines
             and
             fig-trees
             smote
             ,
          
           
             trees
             of
             their
             coasts
             he
             rent
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             spake
             ,
             and
             Caterpillars
             came
             ,
          
           
             Locusts
             did
             much
             abound
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             their
             land
             all
             herbs
             consum'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             all
             fruits
             of
             their
             ground
             .
          
           
             He
             smote
             all
             first-born
             in
             their
             land
             ,
          
           
             chief
             of
             their
             strength
             each
             one
             .
          
           
             With
             gold
             and
             silver
             brought
             them
             forth
             ,
          
           
             weak
             in
             their
             tribes
             were
             none
             .
          
        
         
           
             Aegypt
             was
             glad
             when
             sorth
             they
             went
             :
          
           
             their
             fear
             on
             them
             did
             light
             .
          
           
             He
             spread
             a
             cloud
             for
             covering
             ,
          
           
           
             and
             fire
             to
             shine
             by
             night
             .
          
           
             They
             askt
             ,
             and
             he
             brought
             Quails
             ;
             with
             bread
          
           
             of
             heav'n
             he
             filled
             them
             .
          
           
             He
             op'ned
             rocks
             ,
             floods
             gusht
             ,
             and
             ran
          
           
             in
             deserts
             ,
             like
             a
             stream
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             on
             his
             holy
             promise
             he
             ,
          
           
             and
             servant
             Abraham
             ,
             thought
             ,
          
           
             With
             joy
             his
             people
             ,
             his
             elect
          
           
             with
             gladnesse
             forth
             he
             brought
             ▪
          
           
             And
             unto
             them
             the
             pleasant
             lands
          
           
             he
             of
             the
             heathen
             gave
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             the
             peoples
             labours
             they
          
           
             inheritance
             might
             have
             ;
          
        
         
           
             That
             they
             his
             statutes
             might
             observe
             ,
          
           
             according
             to
             his
             word
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             they
             might
             his
             Lawes
             obey
             .
          
           
             Give
             praise
             unto
             the
             Lord.
             
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CVI.
           
        
         
           
             GIve
             praise
             and
             thanks
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             for
             bountifull
             is
             He
             :
          
           
             His
             tender
             mercy
             doth
             endure
          
           
             unto
             eternitie
             .
          
           
             Gods
             mighty
             works
             who
             can
             expresse
             ?
          
           
             or
             shew
             forth
             all
             his
             praise
             ?
          
           
             Blessed
             are
             they
             that
             judgement
             keep
             ,
          
           
             and
             justly
             do
             alwayes
             .
          
        
         
           
             Remember
             me
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             with
             that
             love
             ,
          
           
             which
             thou
             to
             thine
             dost
             bear
             :
          
           
             With
             thy
             salvation
             ,
             O
             my
             God
             ,
          
           
             to
             visit
             me
             ,
             draw
             near
             :
          
           
           
             That
             I
             thy
             chosens
             good
             may
             see
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             their
             joy
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             And
             may
             with
             thine
             inheritance
          
           
             triumph
             with
             chearfull
             voice
             .
          
        
         
           
             We
             with
             our
             fathers
             sinned
             have
             ,
          
           
             and
             of
             iniquity
          
           
             Too
             long
             we
             have
             the
             workers
             been
             ,
          
           
             we
             have
             done
             wickedly
             .
          
           
             The
             wonders
             great
             which
             thou
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             didst
             work
             in
             Aegypt
             land
             ,
          
           
             Our
             fathers
             ,
             though
             they
             saw
             ,
             yet
             them
          
           
             they
             did
             not
             understand
             :
          
        
         
           
             And
             they
             thy
             mercies
             multitude
          
           
             kept
             not
             in
             memory
             ,
          
           
             But
             at
             the
             sea
             ,
             ev'n
             the
             Red-sea
             ,
          
           
             provok'd
             him
             grievously
             .
          
           
             Neverthelesse
             he
             saved
             them
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             for
             his
             own
             Names
             sake
             ;
          
           
             That
             so
             ,
             he
             might
             to
             be
             welt
             known
          
           
             his
             mighty
             power
             ,
             make
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             he
             the
             Red-sea
             did
             rebuke
             ,
          
           
             then
             dryed
             up
             it
             was
             :
          
           
             Through
             depths
             ,
             as
             through
             the
             wildernesse
             ,
          
           
             He
             safely
             made
             them
             passe
             .
          
           
             From
             hands
             ,
             of
             those
             that
             hated
             them
             ,
          
           
             he
             did
             his
             people
             save
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             enemies
             cruell
             hand
          
           
             to
             them
             redemption
             gave
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             waters
             overwhelm'd
             their
             foes
             ,
          
           
             not
             one
             was
             left
             alive
             :
          
           
             Then
             they
             believ'd
             his
             word
             ,
             and
             praise
          
           
           
             to
             him
             in
             songs
             did
             give
             .
          
           
             But
             soon
             did
             they
             his
             mighty
             works
          
           
             forget
             unthankfully
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             ,
             his
             counsell
             and
             his
             will
          
           
             did
             not
             wait
             patiently
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             much
             did
             lust
             in
             wildernesse
             ,
          
           
             and
             God
             in
             desert
             tempt
             .
          
           
             He
             gave
             them
             what
             they
             sought
             ,
             but
             to
          
           
             their
             soul
             he
             leannesse
             sent
             .
          
           
             And
             against
             Moses
             ,
             in
             the
             camp
             ,
          
           
             their
             envy
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             At
             Aaron
             they
             ,
             the
             saint
             of
             God
             ,
          
           
             envious
             also
             were
             .
          
        
         
           
             Therefore
             the
             earth
             did
             open
             wide
             ,
          
           
             and
             Dathan
             did
             devour
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             Abirams
             company
          
           
             did
             cover
             in
             that
             hour
             .
          
           
             Likewise
             among
             their
             company
          
           
             a
             fire
             was
             kindled
             then
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             the
             hot
             consuming
             flame
          
           
             burnt
             up
             these
             wicked
             men
             .
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             the
             hill
             of
             Horeb
             ,
             they
          
           
             an
             idol-calf
             did
             frame
             ,
          
           
             A
             molten
             image
             they
             did
             make
             ,
          
           
             and
             worshipped
             the
             same
          
           
             And
             thus
             their
             Glory
             ,
             and
             their
             God
             ,
          
           
             most
             vainly
             changed
             they
          
           
             Into
             the
             likenesse
             of
             an
             ox
          
           
             that
             eateth
             grasse
             or
             hay
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             did
             forget
             the
             mighty
             God
             ,
          
           
             that
             had
             their
             Saviour
             been
             ,
          
           
           
             By
             whom
             such
             great
             things
             brought
             to
             passe
          
           
             they
             had
             in
             Aegypt
             seen
             .
          
           
             In
             Hams
             land
             he
             did
             wondrous
             works
             :
          
           
             things
             terrible
             did
             he
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             his
             mighty
             hand
             and
             arm
          
           
             stretcht
             out
             at
             the
             Red-sea
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             said
             he
             ,
             he
             would
             them
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             had
             not
             ,
             his
             wrath
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             His
             chosen
             Moses
             stood
             in
             breach
             ,
          
           
             that
             them
             he
             should
             not
             slay
             .
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             they
             despis'd
             the
             pleasant
             land
             ,
          
           
             believed
             not
             his
             word
             ;
          
           
             But
             in
             their
             tents
             they
             murmured
             ,
          
           
             not
             hearkning
             to
             the
             Lord.
             
          
        
         
           
             Therefore
             in
             desert
             ,
             them
             to
             slay
          
           
             he
             lifted
             up
             his
             hand
             :
          
           
             'mong
             nations
             to
             o'rethrow
             their
             seed
             ,
          
           
             and
             scatter
             in
             each
             land
             .
          
           
             They
             unto
             Baal-Peor
             did
          
           
             themselves
             associat
             :
          
           
             The
             sacrifices
             of
             the
             dead
          
           
             they
             did
             profanely
             eat
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             ,
             by
             their
             lewd
             inventions
             ,
          
           
             they
             did
             provoke
             his
             ire
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             ,
             upon
             them
             suddenly
          
           
             the
             plague
             brake
             in
             ,
             as
             fire
             .
          
           
             Then
             Phineas
             rose
             ,
             and
             justice
             did
             ,
          
           
             and
             so
             the
             plague
             did
             cease
             :
          
           
             That
             to
             all
             ages
             counted
             was
          
           
             to
             him
             for
             righteousnesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             at
             the
             waters
             ,
             where
             they
             strove
             ,
          
           
           
             they
             did
             him
             angry
             make
             ,
          
           
             In
             such
             sort
             ,
             that
             it
             fared
             ill
          
           
             with
             Moses
             for
             their
             sake
             .
          
           
             Because
             they
             there
             his
             spirit
             meek
          
           
             provoked
             bitterly
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             he
             uttered
             with
             his
             lips
          
           
             words
             unadvisedly
             .
          
        
         
           
             Nor
             ,
             as
             the
             Lord
             commanded
             them
             ,
          
           
             did
             they
             the
             nations
             slay
             ;
          
           
             But
             with
             the
             heathen
             mingled
             were
             ,
          
           
             and
             learn'd
             of
             them
             their
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             they
             their
             idols
             serv'd
             ,
             which
             did
          
           
             a
             snare
             unto
             them
             turn
             :
          
           
             Their
             sons
             and
             daughters
             they
             to
             devils
          
           
             in
             sacrifice
             did
             burn
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             their
             own
             childrens
             guiltlesse
             bloud
          
           
             their
             hands
             they
             did
             embrew
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             to
             Canaans
             idols
             they
          
           
             for
             sacrifices
             slew
             .
          
           
             So
             was
             the
             land
             defil'd
             with
             bloud
             ;
          
           
             They
             stain'd
             with
             their
             own
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             their
             own
             inventions
          
           
             a
             whoring
             they
             did
             stray
             .
          
        
         
           
             Against
             his
             people
             kindled
             was
          
           
             the
             wrath
             of
             God
             therefore
             ,
          
           
             Insomuch
             that
             he
             did
             his
             own
          
           
             inheritance
             abhore
             .
          
           
             He
             gave
             them
             to
             the
             heathens
             hand
             ,
          
           
             their
             foes
             did
             them
             command
             :
          
           
             Their
             enemies
             them
             opprest
             ,
             they
             were
          
           
             made
             subject
             to
             their
             hand
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             He
             many
             times
             delivered
             them
             ,
          
           
             but
             with
             their
             counsel
             ,
             so
          
           
             They
             him
             provok'd
             ,
             that
             for
             their
             sin
          
           
             they
             were
             brought
             very
             low
             .
          
           
             Yet
             their
             affliction
             he
             beheld
             ,
          
           
             when
             he
             did
             hear
             their
             cry
             :
          
           
             And
             he
             for
             them
             his
             Covenant
          
           
             did
             call
             to
             memory
             :
          
        
         
           
             After
             his
             mercies
             multitude
          
           
             he
             did
             repent
             ;
             And
             made
          
           
             Them
             to
             be
             pity'd
             of
             all
             those
          
           
             who
             them
             did
             captive
             lead
             .
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             our
             God
             ,
             us
             save
             ,
             and
             gather
          
           
             the
             heathen
             from
             among
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             thy
             holy
             Name
             may
             praise
          
           
             in
             a
             triumphant
             song
             .
          
        
         
           
             Blest
             be
             JEHOVAH
             ,
             Israels
             God
             ,
          
           
             to
             all
             eternitie
             :
          
           
             Let
             all
             the
             people
             say
             ,
             Amen
             .
          
           
             Praise
             to
             the
             Lord
             give
             ye
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CVII
           .
        
         
           
             PRaise
             God
             ,
             for
             he
             is
             good
             ,
             for
             still
          
           
             his
             mercies
             lasting
             be
             .
          
           
             Let
             Gods
             redeem'd
             say
             so
             ,
             whom
             he
          
           
             from
             th'
             enemies
             hand
             did
             free
             :
          
           
             And
             gathered
             them
             out
             of
             the
             lands
             ,
          
           
             from
             North
             ,
             South
             ,
             East
             and
             VVest
             .
          
           
             They
             stray'd
             in
             deserts
             pathlesse
             way
             ▪
          
           
             no
             city
             found
             to
             rest
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             thirst
             and
             hunger
             in
             them
             faints
          
           
           
             their
             soul
             .
             VVhen
             straits
             them
             presse
          
           
             They
             cry
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             he
          
           
             them
             frees
             from
             their
             distresse
             .
          
           
             Them
             also
             in
             a
             way
             to
             walk
             ,
          
           
             that
             right
             is
             ,
             he
             did
             guide
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             might
             to
             a
             city
             go
             ,
          
           
             wherein
             they
             might
             abide
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             that
             men
             to
             the
             Lord
             would
             give
          
           
             praise
             ,
             for
             his
             goodnesse
             ,
             then
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             his
             works
             of
             wonder
             done
          
           
             unto
             the
             sons
             of
             men
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             the
             soul
             that
             longing
             is
          
           
             doth
             fully
             satisfie
             ,
          
           
             VVith
             goodnesse
             he
             the
             hungry
             soul
          
           
             doth
             fill
             abundantly
          
        
         
           
             Such
             as
             shut
             up
             in
             darknesse
             deep
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             deathsshade
             abide
             ,
          
           
             VVhom
             strongly
             hath
             affliction
             bound
             ,
          
           
             and
             irons
             fast
             have
             ty'd
          
           
             (
             Because
             against
             the
             words
             of
             God
          
           
             they
             wrought
             rebelliously
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             the
             counsell
             did
             contemn
          
           
             of
             him
             that
             is
             most
             hie
             )
          
        
         
           
             Their
             heart
             he
             did
             bring
             down
             with
             grief
             ,
          
           
             they
             fell
             ,
             no
             help
             could
             have
             .
          
           
             In
             trouble
             then
             they
             cry'd
             to
             God
             ,
          
           
             he
             them
             from
             straits
             did
             save
             .
          
           
             He
             out
             of
             darknesse
             did
             them
             bring
             ,
          
           
             and
             from
             deaths
             shade
             them
             take
             :
          
           
             These
             bands
             wherewith
             they
             had
             been
             bound
             ,
          
           
             asunder
             quite
             he
             brake
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             O
             that
             men
             to
             the
             Lord
             would
             give
          
           
             praise
             ,
             for
             his
             goodnesse
             then
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             his
             works
             of
             wonder
             done
          
           
             unto
             the
             sons
             of
             men
             .
          
           
             Because
             the
             mighty
             gates
             of
             brasse
          
           
             in
             piece
             she
             did
             tear
             ,
          
           
             By
             him
             in
             sunder
             also
             cut
          
           
             the
             bars
             of
             iron
             were
             .
          
        
         
           
             Fools
             for
             their
             sin
             ,
             and
             their
             offence
             ,
          
           
             do
             sore
             affliction
             bear
             .
          
           
             All
             kinde
             of
             meat
             their
             soul
             abhors
             ,
          
           
             they
             to
             deaths-gates
             draw
             near
             .
          
           
             In
             grief
             they
             cry
             to
             God
             ,
             he
             saves
          
           
             them
             from
             their
             miseries
             :
          
           
             He
             sends
             his
             word
             them
             heals
             ,
             and
             them
          
           
             from
             their
             destructions
             frees
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             that
             men
             to
             the
             Lord
             would
             give
          
           
             praise
             ,
             for
             his
             goodnesse
             then
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             his
             works
             of
             wonder
             done
          
           
             unto
             the
             sons
             of
             men
             .
          
           
             And
             let
             them
             sacrifice
             to
             him
          
           
             off'rings
             of
             thankfulnesse
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             them
             shew
             abroad
             his
             worke
          
           
             in
             songs
             of
             joyfulnesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             go
             to
             sea
             in
             ships
             ,
             and
             in
          
           
             great
             waters
             trading
             be
             ,
          
           
             Within
             the
             deep
             these
             men
             Gods
             works
             ,
          
           
             and
             his
             great
             wonders
             see
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             commands
             ,
             and
             forth
             in
             haste
          
           
             the
             stormie
             tempest
             flyes
             ,
          
           
             Which
             makes
             the
             sea
             with
             rouling
             waves
          
           
             aloft
             to
             swell
             and
             rise
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             They
             mount
             to
             heav'n
             ,
             then
             to
             the
             depths
          
           
             they
             do
             go
             down
             again
             ,
          
           
             Their
             soul
             doth
             faint
             ,
             and
             melt
             away
          
           
             with
             trouble
             and
             with
             pain
             .
          
           
             They
             reel
             and
             stagger
             like
             one
             drunk
             ,
          
           
             at
             their
             wits
             end
             they
             be
             :
          
           
             Then
             they
             to
             God
             in
             trouble
             cry
             ,
          
           
             who
             them
             from
             straits
             doth
             free
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             storm
             is
             chang'd
             into
             a
             calm
             ,
          
           
             at
             his
             command
             and
             will
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             the
             waves
             which
             rag'd
             before
             ,
          
           
             now
             quiet
             are
             and
             still
             .
          
           
             Then
             are
             they
             glad
             ,
             because
             at
             rest
          
           
             and
             quiet
             now
             they
             be
             ,
          
           
             So
             to
             the
             haven
             he
             them
             brings
          
           
             which
             they
             desir'd
             to
             see
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             that
             men
             to
             the
             Lord
             would
             give
          
           
             praise
             ,
             for
             his
             goodnesse
             ,
             then
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             his
             works
             of
             wonder
             ,
             done
          
           
             unto
             the
             sons
             of
             men
             .
          
           
             Among
             the
             people
             gathered
             ,
          
           
             let
             them
             exalt
             his
             Name
             ;
          
           
             Among
             assembled
             Elders
             spread
          
           
             his
             most
             renowned
             fame
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             to
             dry
             land
             turns
             water-springs
             ,
          
           
             and
             floods
             to
             wildernesse
             :
          
           
             For
             sins
             of
             those
             that
             dwell
             therein
          
           
             fat
             land
             to
             barrennesse
             .
          
           
             The
             burnt
             and
             parched
             wildernesse
          
           
             to
             water-pools
             he
             brings
             .
          
           
             The
             ground
             that
             was
             dry'd
             up
             before
          
           
             he
             turns
             to
             water
             springs
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             And
             there
             ,
             for
             dwelling
             ,
             he
             a
             place
          
           
             doth
             to
             the
             hungry
             give
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             a
             city
             may
             prepare
          
           
             commodiously
             to
             live
             .
          
           
             There
             sow
             they
             fields
             ,
             and
             vineyards
             plant
          
           
             to
             yeeld
             fruits
             of
             increase
             .
          
           
             His
             blessing
             makes
             them
             multiply
             ,
          
           
             le
             ts
             not
             their
             beasts
             decrease
             .
          
        
         
           
             Again
             they
             are
             diminished
             ,
          
           
             and
             very
             low
             brought
             down
             ,
          
           
             Through
             sorrow
             ,
             and
             affliction
             ,
          
           
             and
             great
             oppression
             .
          
           
             He
             upon
             Princes
             pours
             contempt
             ,
          
           
             and
             causeth
             them
             to
             stray
          
           
             And
             wander
             in
             a
             wildernesse
             ,
          
           
             wherein
             there
             is
             no
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             setteth
             he
             the
             poor
             on
             high
          
           
             from
             all
             his
             miseries
             ;
          
           
             And
             he
             ,
             much
             like
             unto
             a
             flock
             ,
          
           
             doth
             make
             him
             families
             .
          
           
             They
             that
             are
             righteous
             shall
             rejoice
             ,
          
           
             when
             they
             the
             same
             shal
             see
             ;
          
           
             And
             ,
             ashamed
             ,
             stop
             her
             mouth
          
           
             shall
             all
             iniquitie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             so
             is
             wise
             ,
             and
             will
             these
             things
          
           
             observe
             ,
             and
             them
             record
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             they
             shall
             understand
             the
             love
          
           
             and
             kindnesse
             of
             the
             Lord.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             CVIII
          
           .
           A
           song
           or
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             MY
             heart
             is
             fixt
             ,
             Lord
             :
             I
             will
             sing
             ,
          
           
             and
             with
             my
             glory
             praise
             .
          
           
             Awake
             up
             psaltery
             and
             harp
             ,
          
           
             my self
             I
             'le
             early
             raise
             .
          
           
             I
             'le
             praise
             thee
             '
             mongst
             the
             people
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             'mong
             nations
             sing
             will
             I.
          
           
             For
             above
             heav'n
             thy
             mercy's
             great
             ,
          
           
             thy
             truth
             doth
             reach
             the
             sky
             .
          
        
         
           
             Be
             thou
             above
             the
             heavens
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             exalted
             gloriously
             :
          
           
             Thy
             glory
             all
             the
             earth
             above
          
           
             be
             lifted
             up
             on
             hie
             .
          
           
             That
             those
             who
             thy
             beloved
             are
          
           
             delivered
             may
             be
             ;
          
           
             O
             do
             thou
             save
             with
             thy
             right
             hand
             ,
          
           
             and
             answer
             give
             to
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             God
             in
             his
             holinesse
             hath
             said
             ,
          
           
             Herein
             I
             will
             take
             pleasure
             ,
          
           
             Shechem
             I
             will
             divide
             ,
             and
             forth
          
           
             will
             Succoths
             valley
             measure
             .
          
           
             Gilead
             I
             claim
             as
             Mine
             by
             right
             ,
          
           
             Manasseh
             Mine
             shall
             be
             ,
          
           
             Ephraim
             is
             of
             My
             head
             the
             strength
             ,
          
           
             Judah
             gives
             laws
             for
             Me.
             
          
        
         
           
             Moab's
             My
             washing-pot
             ,
             My
             shoe
          
           
             I
             'le
             over
             Edom
             throw
             ,
          
           
             Over
             the
             land
             of
             Palestine
          
           
           
             I
             will
             in
             triumph
             go
             .
          
           
             who
             is
             he
             will
             bring
             me
             to
          
           
             the
             City
             fortifi'd
             !
          
           
             O
             who
             is
             he
             that
             to
             the
             land
          
           
             of
             Edom
             will
             me
             guide
             !
          
        
         
           
             O
             God
             ,
             thou
             who
             hadst
             cast
             us
             off
             ,
          
           
             this
             thing
             wilt
             thou
             not
             do
             ?
          
           
             And
             wilt
             not
             thou
             ,
             ev'n
             thou
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
          
           
             forth
             with
             our
             armies
             go
             ?
          
           
             Do
             thou
             from
             trouble
             give
             us
             help
             ,
          
           
             for
             helplesse
             is
             mans
             aid
             .
          
           
             Through
             God
             we
             shall
             do
             valiantly
             ,
          
           
             our
             foes
             He
             shall
             down
             tread
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CIX
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             O
             thou
             the
             God
             of
             all
             my
             praise
             ,
          
           
             do
             thou
             not
             hold
             thy
             peace
             :
          
           
             For
             mouths
             of
             wicked
             men
             ,
             to
             speak
          
           
             against
             me
             ,
             do
             not
             cease
             ;
          
           
             The
             mouths
             of
             vile
             deceitfull
             men
          
           
             against
             me
             opened
             be
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             false
             and
             lying
             tongue
          
           
             they
             have
             accused
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             did
             beset
             me
             round
             about
          
           
             with
             words
             of
             hatefull
             spight
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             though
             to
             them
             no
             cause
             I
             gave
             ,
          
           
             against
             me
             they
             did
             fight
             .
          
           
             They
             for
             my
             love
             became
             my
             foes
             ,
          
           
             but
             I
             me
             set
             to
             pray
             .
          
           
             Evil
             for
             good
             ,
             hatred
             for
             love
          
           
             to
             me
             they
             did
             repay
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Set
             thou
             the
             wicked
             over
             him
             ,
          
           
             and
             upon
             his
             right
             hand
          
           
             Give
             thou
             his
             greatest
             enemy
             ,
          
           
             ev'n
             Satan
             ,
             leave
             to
             stand
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             by
             thee
             he
             shall
             be
             judg'd
             ,
          
           
             let
             him
             condemned
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             let
             his
             pray'r
             be
             turn'd
             to
             sin
             ,
          
           
             when
             he
             shall
             call
             on
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Few
             be
             his
             dayes
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             room
          
           
             his
             charge
             another
             take
             .
          
           
             His
             children
             let
             be
             fotherlesse
             ,
          
           
             his
             wife
             a
             widow
             make
             .
          
           
             His
             children
             let
             be
             vagabonds
             ,
          
           
             and
             beg
             continually
             ;
          
           
             And
             from
             their
             places
             desolate
          
           
             seek
             bread
             for
             their
             supply
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             covetous
             extortioners
          
           
             catch
             all
             he
             hath
             away
             :
          
           
             Of
             all
             for
             which
             he
             labour'd
             hath
          
           
             let
             strangers
             make
             a
             prey
             .
          
           
             Let
             there
             be
             none
             to
             pity
             him
             ,
          
           
             let
             there
             be
             none
             at
             all
          
           
             That
             on
             his
             children
             fatherlesse
          
           
             will
             let
             his
             mercy
             fall
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             his
             posterity
             from
             earth
          
           
             cut
             off
             for
             ever
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             following
             age
             their
             name
          
           
             be
             blotted
             out
             by
             thee
             .
          
           
             Let
             God
             his
             fathers
             wickednesse
          
           
             still
             to
             remembrance
             call
             ;
          
           
             And
             never
             let
             his
             mothers
             sin
          
           
             he
             blotted
             out
             at
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             But
             let
             them
             all
             before
             the
             Lord
          
           
             appear
             continually
             ,
          
           
             That
             He
             may
             wholly
             from
             the
             earth
          
           
             cut
             off
             their
             memory
             .
          
           
             Because
             he
             mercy
             minded
             not
             ,
          
           
             but
             persecuted
             still
          
           
             The
             poor
             and
             needy
             ,
             that
             he
             might
          
           
             the
             broken-hearted
             kill
             .
          
        
         
           
             As
             he
             in
             cursing
             pleasure
             took
             ,
          
           
             so
             let
             it
             to
             him
             fall
             ;
          
           
             As
             he
             delighted
             not
             to
             blesse
             ,
          
           
             so
             blesse
             him
             not
             at
             all
             .
          
           
             As
             cursing
             he
             like
             clothes
             put
             on
             ,
          
           
             into
             his
             bowels
             so
          
           
             Like
             water
             ,
             and
             into
             his
             bones
          
           
             like
             oyl
             down
             let
             it
             go
             .
          
        
         
           
             Like
             to
             that
             garment
             let
             it
             be
          
           
             which
             doth
             himself
             aray
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             a
             girdle
             wherewith
             he
          
           
             is
             girt
             about
             alway
             .
          
           
             From
             God
             let
             his
             be
             their
             reward
          
           
             that
             enemies
             are
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             their
             reward
             ,
             that
             speak
             against
          
           
             my
             soul
             maliciously
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             do
             thou
             ,
             for
             thine
             own
             Names
             sake
             ,
          
           
             O
             God
             the
             Lord
             ,
             for
             me
             :
          
           
             Sith
             good
             and
             sweet
             they
             mercy
             is
             ,
          
           
             from
             trouble
             set
             me
             free
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             am
             poor
             and
             indigent
             ,
          
           
             afflicted
             sore
             am
             I
             ,
          
           
             My
             heart
             within
             me
             also
             is
          
           
             wounded
             exceedingly
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             I
             passe
             like
             a
             declining
             shade
             .
          
           
             am
             like
             the
             locust
             tost
             .
          
           
             My
             knees
             through
             fasting
             weakned
             are
             ,
          
           
             my
             flesh
             hath
             fatnesse
             lost
             .
          
           
             I
             also
             am
             a
             vile
             reproach
          
           
             unto
             them
             made
             to
             be
             :
          
           
             And
             they
             that
             did
             upon
             me
             look
          
           
             did
             shake
             their
             heads
             at
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             do
             thou
             help
             and
             succour
             me
             ,
          
           
             who
             art
             my
             God
             and
             Lord
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             for
             thy
             tender
             mercies
             sake
             ,
          
           
             safety
             to
             me
             afford
             .
          
           
             That
             thereby
             they
             may
             know
             ,
             that
             this
          
           
             is
             thy
             Almighty
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             thou
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             hast
             done
             the
             same
          
           
             they
             may
             well
             understand
             .
          
        
         
           
             Although
             they
             curse
             with
             spite
             ,
             yet
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             blesse
             thou
             with
             loving
             voice
             :
          
           
             Let
             them
             asham'd
             be
             ,
             when
             they
             rise
             :
          
           
             thy
             servant
             let
             rejoice
             .
          
           
             Let
             thou
             mine
             adversaries
             all
          
           
             with
             shame
             be
             cloathed
             over
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             their
             own
             confusion
          
           
             them
             ,
             as
             a
             mantle
             ,
             cover
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             as
             for
             me
             ,
             I
             with
             my
             mouth
          
           
             will
             greatly
             praise
             the
             Lord
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             among
             the
             multitude
          
           
             His
             praises
             will
             record
             .
          
           
             For
             He
             shall
             stand
             at
             his
             right
             hand
          
           
             who
             is
             in
             povertie
             ,
          
           
             To
             save
             him
             from
             all
             those
             that
             would
          
           
             condemn
             his
             soul
             to
             die
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             PSAL.
             CX
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             THe
             Lord
             did
             say
             unto
             my
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             Sit
             thou
             at
             My
             right
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             I
             make
             thy
             foes
             a
             stool
             ,
          
           
             whereon
             thy
             feet
             may
             stand
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             shall
             out
             of
             Zion
             send
          
           
             the
             rod
             of
             thy
             great
             pow'r
             :
          
           
             In
             midst
             of
             all
             thine
             enemies
          
           
             be
             thou
             the
             Governour
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             willing
             people
             ,
             in
             thy
             day
          
           
             of
             pow'r
             ,
             shall
             come
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
             In
             holy
             beauties
             ,
             from
             morns
             womb
             :
          
           
             thy
             youth
             like
             dew
             shall
             be
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             himself
             hath
             made
             an
             oath
             ,
          
           
             and
             will
             repent
             him
             never
             ,
          
           
             Of
             th'
             order
             of
             Melchisedek
          
           
             Thou
             art
             a
             Priest
             for
             ever
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             glorious
             and
             mighty
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             that
             sits
             at
             thy
             right
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             ,
             in
             his
             day
             of
             wrath
             ,
             strike
             through
          
           
             Kings
             ,
             that
             do
             Him
             withstand
             .
          
           
             He
             shall
             among
             the
             heathen
             judge
             ,
          
           
             He
             shall
             with
             bodies
             dead
          
           
             The
             places
             fill
             ,
             o're
             many
             lands
             ,
          
           
             He
             wound
             shall
             every
             head
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             brook
             that
             runneth
             in
             the
             way
          
           
             with
             drink
             shall
             Him
             supply
             :
          
           
             And
             for
             this
             cause
             ,
             in
             triumph
             He
          
           
             shall
             lift
             His
             head
             on
             hie
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           PSAL.
           CXI
           .
        
         
           
             PRaise
             ye
             the
             Lord
             :
             with
             my
             whole
             heart
          
           
             I
             will
             Gods
             praise
             declare
             ,
          
           
             Where
             the
             assemblies
             of
             the
             just
          
           
             and
             congregations
             are
             .
          
           
             The
             whole
             works
             of
             the
             Lord
             our
             God
          
           
             are
             great
             above
             all
             measure
             ,
          
           
             Sought
             out
             they
             are
             of
             every
             one
          
           
             that
             do
             therein
             take
             pleasure
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             work
             most
             honourable
             is
             ,
          
           
             most
             glorious
             and
             pure
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             untainted
             Righteousnesse
          
           
             for
             ever
             doth
             endure
             .
          
           
             His
             works
             most
             wonderfull
             He
             hath
          
           
             made
             to
             be
             thought
             upon
             :
          
           
             The
             Lord
             is
             gracious
             ,
             and
             He
             is
          
           
             full
             of
             compassion
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             giveth
             meat
             unto
             all
             those
          
           
             that
             truly
             do
             Him
             fear
             ;
          
           
             And
             evermore
             His
             Covenant
          
           
             He
             in
             his
             minde
             will
             bear
             .
          
           
             He
             did
             the
             power
             of
             His
             works
          
           
             unto
             His
             people
             show
             ,
          
           
             When
             He
             the
             heathens
             heritage
          
           
             upon
             them
             did
             bestow
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             handy-works
             are
             truth
             and
             right
             :
          
           
             all
             His
             commands
             are
             sure
             ;
          
           
             And
             done
             in
             truth
             and
             uprightnesse
             ,
          
           
             they
             evermore
             endure
             .
          
           
             He
             sent
             redemption
             to
             His
             folk
             ,
          
           
             His
             Covenant
             for
             ay
          
        
         
           
           
             He
             did
             command
             :
             Holy
             His
             Name
          
           
             and
             reverend
             is
             alway
             .
          
           
             Wisdoms
             beginning
             is
             Gods
             fear
             :
          
           
             good
             understanding
             they
          
           
             Have
             all
             ,
             that
             His
             commands
             fulfill
             :
          
           
             His
             praise
             endures
             for
             ay
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXII
           .
        
         
           
             PRaise
             ye
             the
             Lord.
             The
             man
             is
             blest
          
           
             that
             fears
             the
             Lord
             aright
             ,
          
           
             He
             who
             in
             His
             commandements
          
           
             doth
             greatly
             take
             delight
             .
          
           
             His
             seed
             and
             off-spring
             powerfull
          
           
             shall
             be
             the
             earth
             upon
             :
          
           
             Of
             upright
             men
             blessed
             shall
             be
          
           
             the
             generation
             .
          
        
         
           
             Riches
             and
             wealth
             shall
             ever
             be
          
           
             within
             his
             house
             in
             store
             :
          
           
             And
             His
             unspotted
             righteousnesse
          
           
             endures
             for
             evermore
             .
          
           
             Unto
             the
             upright
             light
             doth
             rise
             ,
          
           
             though
             he
             in
             darknesse
             be
             :
          
           
             Compassionate
             and
             mercifull
             ,
          
           
             and
             righteous
             is
             he
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             good
             man
             doth
             his
             favour
             shew
             ,
          
           
             and
             doth
             to
             others
             lend
             :
          
           
             He
             with
             discretion
             his
             affairs
          
           
             will
             guide
             unto
             the
             end
             .
          
           
             Surely
             there
             is
             not
             any
             thing
          
           
             that
             ever
             shall
             him
             move
             :
          
           
             The
             righteous
             mans
             memoriall
          
           
             shall
             everlasting
             prove
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             When
             he
             shall
             evill
             tidings
             hear
             ,
          
           
             he
             shall
             not
             be
             afraid
             ;
          
           
             His
             heart
             is
             fixt
             ,
             his
             confidence
          
           
             upon
             the
             Lord
             is
             staid
             .
          
           
             His
             heart
             is
             firmly
             stablished
             ,
          
           
             afraid
             he
             shall
             not
             be
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             upon
             his
             enemies
          
           
             he
             his
             desire
             shall
             see
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             hath
             disperst
             ,
             giv'n
             to
             the
             poor
             ,
          
           
             his
             righteousnesse
             shall
             be
          
           
             To
             ages
             all
             ;
             with
             honour
             shall
          
           
             his
             horn
             be
             raised
             high
             .
          
           
             The
             wicked
             shall
             it
             see
             ,
             and
             fret
             ,
          
           
             his
             teeth
             gnash
             ,
             melt
             away
             :
          
           
             What
             wicked
             men
             do
             most
             desire
          
           
             shall
             utterly
             decay
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXIII
           .
        
         
           
             PRaise
             God
             :
             ye
             servants
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             O
             praise
             ,
             the
             Lords
             Name
             praise
             .
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             blessed
             be
             the
             Name
             of
             God
          
           
             from
             this
             time
             forth
             alwayes
             .
          
           
             From
             rising
             Sun
             ,
             to
             where
             it
             sets
             ,
          
           
             Gods
             Name
             is
             to
             be
             prais'd
             .
          
           
             Above
             all
             nations
             God
             is
             high
             ,
          
           
             'bove
             heav'n
             His
             glory
             rais'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             Unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
             our
             God
             ,
             that
             dwells
          
           
             on
             high
             ,
             who
             can
             compare
             ?
          
           
             Himself
             that
             humbleth
             things
             to
             see
          
           
             in
             heav'n
             and
             earth
             that
             are
             .
          
           
             He
             from
             the
             dust
             doth
             raise
             the
             poor
             ,
          
           
             that
             very
             low
             did
             ly
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             from
             the
             dung-hill
             lifts
             the
             man
          
           
             opprest
             with
             poverty
             :
          
        
         
           
             That
             He
             may
             highly
             him
             advance
             ,
          
           
             and
             with
             the
             Princes
             set
             ,
          
           
             With
             those
             that
             of
             His
             people
             are
          
           
             the
             chief
             ,
             ev'n
             Princes
             great
          
           
             The
             barren
             woman
             house
             to
             keep
          
           
             He
             maketh
             ,
             and
             to
             be
          
           
             Of
             sons
             a
             mother
             full
             of
             joy
             .
          
           
             Praise
             to
             the
             Lord
             give
             ye
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXIV
           .
        
         
           
             VVHen
             Isra'l
             out
             of
             Aegypt
             went
             ,
          
           
             and
             did
             his
             dwelling
             change
             ,
          
           
             When
             Jacobs
             house
             went
             out
             from
             those
          
           
             that
             were
             of
             language
             strange
             ,
          
           
             He
             Judah
             did
             His
             Sanctuary
             ,
          
           
             His
             Kingdom
             Israel
             make
             :
          
           
             The
             sea
             it
             saw
             ,
             and
             quickly
             fled
             ,
          
           
             Jordan
             was
             driven
             back
             .
          
        
         
           
             Like
             rams
             the
             mountains
             ,
             and
             like
             lambs
          
           
             the
             hills
             skipt
             to
             and
             fro
             :
          
           
             O
             sea
             why
             stedst
             thou
             ?
             Jordan
             back
          
           
             why
             wast
             thou
             driven
             so
             ?
          
           
             Ye
             mountains
             great
             ,
             wherefore
             was
             it
             ,
          
           
             that
             ye
             did
             skip
             like
             rams
             ?
          
           
             And
             wherefore
             was
             it
             ,
             little
             hills
             ,
          
           
             that
             ye
             did
             leap
             like
             lambs
             ?
          
        
         
           
             O
             at
             the
             presence
             of
             the
             Lord
          
           
             earth
             tremble
             thou
             for
             fear
             ,
          
           
             While
             as
             the
             presence
             of
             the
             God
          
           
             of
             Jacob
             doth
             appear
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             from
             the
             hard
             and
             stonie
             rock
          
           
             did
             standing
             water
             bring
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             His
             pow'r
             did
             turn
             the
             flint
          
           
             into
             a
             water
             spring
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXV
           .
        
         
           
             NOt
             unto
             us
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             not
             to
             us
             ,
          
           
             but
             do
             thou
             glory
             take
          
           
             Unto
             thy
             Name
             ,
             ev'n
             for
             thy
             truth
             ,
          
           
             and
             for
             thy
             mercies
             sake
             .
          
           
             O
             wherefore
             should
             the
             heathen
             say
             ,
          
           
             Where
             is
             their
             God
             now
             gone
             ?
          
           
             But
             our
             God
             in
             the
             heavens
             is
             ,
          
           
             what
             pleas'd
             Him
             He
             hath
             done
             .
          
        
         
           
             Their
             idols
             silver
             are
             and
             gold
             ,
          
           
             work
             of
             mens
             hands
             they
             be
             :
          
           
             Mouths
             have
             they
             ,
             but
             they
             do
             not
             speak
             ;
          
           
             and
             eyes
             ,
             but
             do
             not
             see
             .
          
           
             Ears
             have
             they
             ,
             but
             they
             do
             not
             hear
             ;
          
           
             noses
             ,
             but
             savour
             not
             :
          
           
             Hands
             ,
             feet
             ,
             but
             handle
             not
             ,
             nor
             walk
             ,
          
           
             nor
             speak
             they
             through
             their
             throat
             .
          
        
         
           
             Like
             them
             their
             makers
             are
             ,
             and
             all
          
           
             on
             them
             their
             trust
             that
             build
             .
          
           
             O
             Isra'l
             ,
             trust
             thou
             in
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             He
             is
             their
             help
             and
             shield
             .
          
           
             O
             Aarons
             house
             ,
             trust
             in
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             their
             help
             and
             shield
             is
             He.
          
           
             Ye
             that
             fear
             God
             ,
             trust
             in
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             their
             help
             and
             shield
             He
             'll
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             of
             us
             hath
             mindfull
             been
             ,
          
           
             and
             He
             will
             blesse
             us
             still
             ,
          
           
           
             He
             will
             the
             house
             of
             Isra'l
             blesse
             ,
          
           
             blesse
             Aarons
             house
             He
             will.
          
           
             Both
             small
             and
             great
             that
             fear
             the
             Lord
          
           
             He
             will
             them
             surely
             blesse
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             will
             you
             ,
             you
             and
             your
             seed
          
           
             ay
             more
             and
             more
             increase
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             blessed
             are
             ye
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             who
             made
             the
             earth
             and
             heaven
             .
          
           
             The
             heav'n
             ,
             ev'n
             heav'ns
             are
             Gods
             ,
             but
             He
          
           
             earth
             to
             mens
             sons
             hath
             given
             .
          
           
             The
             dead
             ,
             nor
             who
             to
             silence
             go
             ,
          
           
             Gods
             praise
             do
             not
             record
             .
          
           
             But
             henceforth
             we
             for
             ever
             will
          
           
             blesse
             God
             ▪
             Praise
             ye
             the
             Lord.
             
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXVI
           .
        
         
           
             I
             Love
             the
             Lord
             ,
             because
             my
             voice
          
           
             and
             prayers
             He
             did
             hear
             .
          
           
             I
             ,
             while
             I
             live
             ,
             will
             call
             on
             Him
             ,
          
           
             who
             bow'd
             to
             me
             His
             ear
             .
          
           
             Of
             death
             the
             cords
             ,
             and
             sorrows
             did
          
           
             about
             me
             compasse
             round
             ,
          
           
             The
             pains
             of
             hell
             took
             hold
             on
             me
             ,
          
           
             I
             grief
             and
             trouble
             found
             .
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             the
             Name
             of
             God
             ,
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             then
             did
             I
             call
             ,
             and
             say
             ,
          
           
             Deliver
             Thou
             my
             soul
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             I
             do
             thee
             humbly
             pray
             .
          
           
             God
             mercifull
             and
             righteous
             is
             ,
          
           
             yea
             ,
             gracious
             is
             our
             Lord.
          
           
             God
             saves
             the
             meek
             :
             I
             was
             brought
             low
             ,
          
           
             He
             did
             me
             help
             afford
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             O
             thou
             my
             soul
             ,
             do
             thou
             return
          
           
             unto
             thy
             quiet
             rest
          
           
             For
             largely
             lo
             ▪
             the
             Lord
             to
             thee
          
           
             His
             bounty
             hath
             exprest
             .
          
           
             For
             my
             distressed
             soul
             from
             death
          
           
             delivered
             was
             by
             Thee
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             didst
             my
             mourning
             eyes
             from
             tears
             ,
          
           
             my
             feet
             from
             falling
             ,
             free
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             in
             the
             land
             of
             those
             that
             live
          
           
             will
             walk
             the
             Lord
             before
             .
          
           
             I
             did
             believe
             ,
             therefore
             I
             spake
             :
          
           
             I
             was
             afflicted
             sore
             .
          
           
             I
             said
             when
             I
             was
             in
             my
             haste
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             men
             liars
             be
             .
          
           
             What
             shall
             I
             render
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             for
             all
             His
             gifts
             to
             me
             ?
          
        
         
           
             I
             'le
             of
             salvation
             take
             the
             cup
             ,
          
           
             on
             Gods
             Name
             will
             I
             call
             :
          
           
             I
             'le
             pay
             my
             vows
             now
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             before
             His
             people
             all
             .
          
           
             Dear
             in
             Gods
             sight
             is
             His
             saints
             death
             .
          
           
             Thy
             servant
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             am
             I
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             servant
             sure
             ,
             Thine
             hand-maids
             son
             :
          
           
             my
             bands
             Thou
             didst
             unty
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thank-offerings
             I
             to
             Thee
             will
             give
             ,
          
           
             and
             on
             Gods
             Name
             will
             call
             .
          
           
             I
             'le
             pay
             my
             vows
             now
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             before
             His
             people
             all
          
           
             Within
             the
             courts
             of
             Gods
             own
             house
             ,
          
           
             within
             the
             midst
             of
             thee
             ,
          
           
             O
             City
             of
             Jerusalem
             .
          
           
             Praise
             to
             the
             Lord
             give
             ye
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           PSAL.
           CXVII
           .
        
         
           O
           give
           ye
           praise
           unto
           the
           Lord
           ,
        
         
           all
           nations
           that
           be
           :
        
         
           Likewise
           ,
           ye
           people
           all
           ,
           accord
        
         
           His
           Name
           to
           magnifie
           .
        
         
           For
           great
           to
           us-ward
           ever
           are
        
         
           His
           loving
           kindnesses
           :
        
         
           His
           truth
           endures
           for
           evermore
           .
        
         
           The
           Lord
           O
           do
           ye
           blesse
           .
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXVIII
           .
        
         
           
             O
             praise
             the
             Lord
             ,
             for
             He
             is
             good
             :
          
           
             His
             mercy
             lasteth
             ever
             .
          
           
             Let
             those
             of
             Israel
             now
             say
             ,
          
           
             His
             mercy
             faileth
             never
             .
          
           
             Now
             let
             the
             house
             of
             Aaron
             say
             ,
          
           
             His
             mercy
             lasteth
             ever
             .
          
           
             Let
             those
             that
             fear
             the
             Lord
             now
             say
             ,
          
           
             His
             mercy
             faileth
             never
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             in
             distresse
             call'd
             on
             the
             Lord
             ;
          
           
             the
             Lord
             did
             answer
             me
             ,
          
           
             He
             in
             a
             large
             place
             did
             me
             set
             ,
          
           
             from
             trouble
             made
             me
             free
             .
          
           
             The
             mighty
             Lord
             is
             on
             my
             side
             .
          
           
             I
             will
             not
             be
             afraid
             :
          
           
             For
             any
             thing
             that
             man
             can
             do
          
           
             I
             shall
             not
             be
             dismaid
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             doth
             take
             my
             part
             with
             them
          
           
             that
             help
             to
             succour
             me
             :
          
           
             Therefore
             on
             those
             that
             do
             me
             hate
          
           
             I
             my
             desire
             shall
             see
             .
          
           
           
             Better
             it
             is
             to
             trust
             in
             God
             ,
          
           
             then
             trust
             in
             mans
             defence
             :
          
           
             Better
             to
             trust
             in
             God
             ,
             then
             make
          
           
             Princes
             our
             confidence
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             nations
             ,
             joyning
             all
             in
             one
             ,
          
           
             did
             compasse
             me
             about
             :
          
           
             But
             in
             the
             Lords
             most
             Holy
             Name
          
           
             I
             shall
             them
             all
             root
             out
             .
          
           
             They
             compast
             me
             about
             ,
             I
             say
             ,
          
           
             they
             compast
             me
             about
             :
          
           
             But
             in
             the
             Lords
             most
             Holy
             Name
          
           
             I
             shall
             them
             all
             root
             out
             .
          
        
         
           
             Like
             Bees
             they
             compast
             me
             about
             :
          
           
             like
             unto
             thorns
             that
             flame
          
           
             They
             quenched
             are
             :
             for
             them
             shall
             I
          
           
             destroy
             in
             Gods
             own
             Name
             .
          
           
             Thou
             sore
             hast
             thrust
             ,
             that
             I
             might
             fall
             ,
          
           
             but
             my
             Lord
             helped
             me
             .
          
           
             God
             my
             salvation
             is
             become
             ,
          
           
             my
             strength
             and
             song
             is
             He.
             
          
        
         
           
             In
             dwellings
             of
             the
             righteous
          
           
             is
             heard
             the
             melody
          
           
             Of
             joy
             and
             health
             :
             the
             Lords
             right
             hand
          
           
             doth
             ever
             valiantly
             .
          
           
             The
             right
             hand
             of
             the
             Mighty
             Lord
          
           
             exalted
             is
             on
             hy
             :
          
           
             The
             right
             hand
             of
             the
             Mighty
             Lord
          
           
             doth
             ever
             valiantly
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             shall
             not
             die
             ,
             but
             live
             ,
             and
             shall
          
           
             the
             works
             of
             God
             discover
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             hath
             me
             chastised
             sore
             ,
          
           
           
             but
             not
             to
             death
             given
             over
             .
          
           
             O
             set
             ye
             open
             unto
             me
          
           
             the
             gates
             of
             righteousnesse
             :
          
           
             Then
             will
             I
             enter
             into
             them
             ,
          
           
             and
             I
             the
             Lord
             will
             blesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             is
             the
             gate
             of
             God
             ,
             by
             it
          
           
             the
             just
             shall
             enter
             in
             .
          
           
             Thee
             will
             I
             praise
             ,
             for
             thou
             me
             heardst
             ,
          
           
             and
             hast
             my
             safety
             bin
             .
          
           
             That
             stone
             ,
             is
             made
             head
             corner-stone
             ,
          
           
             which
             builders
             did
             despise
             :
          
           
             This
             is
             the
             doing
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             wondrous
             in
             our
             eyes
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             is
             the
             day
             God
             made
             ,
             in
             it
          
           
             wee
             'll
             joy
             triumphantly
             .
          
           
             Save
             now
             I
             pray
             thee
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             I
             pray
          
           
             send
             now
             prosperity
             .
          
           
             Blessed
             is
             He
             ,
             in
             Gods
             great
             Name
          
           
             that
             cometh
             us
             to
             save
             .
          
           
             We
             ,
             from
             the
             house
             which
             to
             the
             Lord
          
           
             pertains
             ,
             you
             blessed
             have
             .
          
        
         
           
             God
             is
             the
             Lord
             ,
             who
             unto
             us
          
           
             hath
             made
             light
             to
             arise
             :
          
           
             Binde
             ye
             unto
             the
             altars
             horns
             ,
          
           
             with
             cords
             ,
             the
             sacrifice
             .
          
           
             Thou
             art
             my
             God
             ,
             I
             'le
             thee
             exalt
             :
          
           
             my
             God
             ,
             I
             will
             thee
             praise
             .
          
           
             Give
             thanks
             to
             God
             ,
             for
             He
             is
             good
             ,
          
           
             His
             mercy
             lasts
             alwayes
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           PSAL.
           CXIX
           .
        
         
           
             א
             ALEPH.
             The
             first
             part
             .
          
           
             
               BLessed
               are
               they
               that
               undefil'd
               ,
            
             
               and
               straight
               are
               in
               the
               way
               :
            
             
               Who
               in
               the
               Lords
               most
               holy
               Law
            
             
               do
               walk
               ,
               and
               do
               not
               stray
               ,
            
             
               Blessed
               are
               they
               ,
               who
               to
               observe
            
             
               His
               statutes
               are
               inclin'd
               ;
            
             
               And
               who
               do
               seek
               the
               living
               God
            
             
               with
               their
               whole
               heart
               and
               minde
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               in
               his
               wayes
               do
               walk
               ,
               and
               they
            
             
               do
               no
               iniquity
               :
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               commanded
               us
               to
               keep
            
             
               thy
               precepts
               carefully
               .
            
             
               O
               that
               thy
               statutes
               to
               observe
            
             
               thou
               wouldst
               my
               wayes
               direct
               :
            
             
               Then
               shall
               I
               not
               be
               sham'd
               ,
               when
               I
            
             
               thy
               precepts
               all
               respect
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               with
               integrity
               of
               heart
            
             
               thee
               will
               I
               praise
               and
               blesse
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               the
               judgements
               all
               have
               learn'd
            
             
               of
               thy
               pure
               righteousnesse
               .
            
             
               That
               I
               will
               keep
               thy
               statutes
               all
            
             
               firmly
               resolv'd
               have
               I
               :
            
             
               O
               do
               not
               then
               ,
               most
               gracious
               God
               ,
            
             
               forsake
               me
               utterly
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ב
             BETH
             .
             The
             2.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               By
               what
               means
               shall
               a
               young
               man
               learn
            
             
               his
               way
               to
               purifie
               ?
            
             
               If
               he
               according
               to
               thy
               Word
            
             
               thereto
               attentive
               be
               .
            
             
               Unfainedly
               Thee
               have
               I
               sought
            
             
             
               with
               all
               my
               soul
               and
               heart
               :
            
             
               O
               let
               me
               not
               from
               the
               right
               path
            
             
               of
               thy
               commands
               depart
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thy
               word
               I
               in
               my
               heart
               have
               hid
               ,
            
             
               that
               I
               offend
               not
               thee
               .
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               ever
               blessed
               art
               ,
            
             
               thy
               statutes
               teach
               thou
               me
               .
            
             
               The
               judgements
               of
               thy
               mouth
               each
               one
            
             
               my
               lips
               declared
               have
               :
            
             
               More
               joy
               thy
               testimonies
               way
            
             
               then
               riches
               all
               ,
               me
               gave
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               will
               thy
               holy
               precepts
               make
            
             
               my
               meditation
               :
            
             
               And
               carefully
               I
               'le
               have
               respect
            
             
               unto
               thy
               ways
               each
               one
               .
            
             
               Upon
               thy
               statutes
               my
               delight
            
             
               shall
               constantly
               be
               set
               :
            
             
               And
               by
               thy
               grace
               I
               never
               will
            
             
               thy
               holy
               word
               forget
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ג
             GIMEL
             .
             The
             3.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               With
               me
               thy
               servant
               ,
               in
               thy
               grace
               ,
            
             
               deal
               bountifully
               ,
               Lord
               :
            
             
               That
               by
               thy
               favour
               I
               may
               live
               ,
            
             
               and
               duely
               keep
               thy
               word
               .
            
             
               Open
               mine
               eyes
               ,
               that
               of
               thy
               Law
            
             
               the
               wonders
               I
               may
               see
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               a
               stranger
               on
               this
               earth
               ,
            
             
               hide
               not
               thy
               Laws
               from
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               soul
               within
               me
               breaks
               ,
               and
               doth
            
             
               much
               fainting
               still
               endure
               ,
            
             
               Through
               longing
               that
               it
               hath
               all
               times
            
             
               unto
               thy
               judgements
               pure
               .
            
             
             
               Thou
               hast
               rebuk'd
               the
               cursed
               proud
               ,
            
             
               who
               from
               thy
               precepts
               swerve
               .
            
             
               Reproach
               and
               shame
               remove
               from
               me
               ,
            
             
               for
               I
               thy
               Laws
               observe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Against
               me
               Princes
               spake
               with
               spite
               ,
            
             
               while
               they
               in
               councell
               sat
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               ,
               thy
               servant
               ,
               did
               upon
            
             
               thy
               statutes
               meditate
               .
            
             
               My
               comfort
               ,
               and
               my
               hearts
               delight
            
             
               thy
               testimonies
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               in
               all
               my
               doubts
               and
               fears
            
             
               are
               counsellers
               to
               me
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ד
             DALETH
             .
             The
             4.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               My
               soul
               to
               dust
               cleaves
               :
               quicken
               me
            
             
               according
               to
               thy
               word
               .
            
             
               My
               ways
               I
               shew'd
               ,
               and
               me
               thou
               heardst
               :
            
             
               teach
               me
               thy
               statutes
               ,
               Lord.
            
             
               The
               way
               of
               thy
               commandements
            
             
               make
               me
               aright
               to
               know
               :
            
             
               So
               all
               thy
               works
               ,
               that
               wondrous
               are
               ,
            
             
               I
               shall
               to
               others
               show
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               soul
               doth
               melt
               ,
               and
               drop
               away
               ,
            
             
               for
               heavinesse
               and
               grief
               :
            
             
               To
               me
               ,
               according
               to
               thy
               word
               ,
            
             
               give
               strength
               ,
               and
               send
               relief
               .
            
             
               From
               me
               the
               wicked
               way
               of
               lies
            
             
               let
               far
               removed
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               graciously
               thy
               holy
               Law
            
             
               do
               thou
               grant
               unto
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               chosen
               have
               the
               perfect
               way
            
             
               of
               truth
               and
               verity
               :
            
             
               Thy
               judgments
               ,
               that
               most
               righteous
               are
               ,
            
             
             
               before
               me
               ,
               laid
               ,
               have
               I.
            
             
               I
               to
               thy
               testimonies
               cleave
               :
            
             
               shame
               do
               not
               on
               me
               cast
               .
            
             
               I
               'le
               run
               thy
               precepts
               way
               ,
               when
               thou
            
             
               my
               heart
               enlarged
               hast
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ה
             HE.
             The
             5.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Teach
               me
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               the
               perfect
               way
            
             
               of
               thy
               precepts
               divine
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               observe
               it
               to
               the
               end
            
             
               I
               shall
               my
               heart
               incline
               .
            
             
               Give
               understanding
               unto
               me
               ,
            
             
               so
               keep
               thy
               Law
               shall
               I
               ;
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               ev'n
               with
               my
               whole
               heart
               ,
               I
               shal
            
             
               observe
               it
               carefully
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               thy
               Laws
               path
               make
               me
               to
               go
               ,
            
             
               for
               I
               delight
               therein
               .
            
             
               My
               heart
               unto
               thy
               testimonies
               ,
            
             
               and
               not
               to
               greed
               incline
               .
            
             
               Turn
               thou
               away
               my
               sight
               and
               eyes
            
             
               from
               viewing
               vanitie
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               thy
               good
               and
               holy
               way
            
             
               be
               pleas'd
               to
               quicken
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Confirm
               to
               me
               thy
               gracious
               word
               ,
            
             
               which
               I
               did
               gladly
               hear
               ,
            
             
               Ev'n
               to
               thy
               servant
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               who
               is
            
             
               devoted
               to
               thy
               fear
               .
            
             
               Turn
               thou
               away
               my
               fear'd
               reproach
               :
            
             
               for
               good
               thy
               judgements
               be
               .
            
             
               Lo
               ,
               for
               thy
               precepts
               I
               have
               long'd
               :
            
             
               in
               thy
               truth
               quicken
               me
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ו
             VAU
             .
             The
             6.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Let
               thy
               sweet
               mercies
               also
               come
               ,
            
             
               and
               visit
               me
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
             
               Ev'n
               thy
               benign
               salvation
               ,
            
             
               according
               to
               thy
               word
               .
            
             
               So
               shall
               I
               have
               wherewith
               I
               may
            
             
               give
               him
               an
               answer
               just
               ,
            
             
               Who
               spitefully
               reproacheth
               me
               :
            
             
               for
               in
               thy
               word
               I
               trust
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               word
               of
               truth
               out
               of
               my
               mouth
            
             
               take
               thou
               not
               utterly
               :
            
             
               For
               on
               thy
               judgements
               righteous
            
             
               my
               hope
               doth
               still
               rely
               .
            
             
               So
               shall
               I
               keep
               for
               evermore
            
             
               thy
               Law
               continually
               :
            
             
               And
               sith
               that
               I
               thy
               precepts
               seek
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               walk
               at
               liberty
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               'le
               speak
               thy
               word
               to
               Kings
               ,
               and
               I
            
             
               with
               shame
               shall
               not
               be
               mov'd
               :
            
             
               And
               will
               delight
               my self
               alwayes
            
             
               in
               thy
               Laws
               ,
               which
               I
               lov'd
               .
            
             
               To
               thy
               commandments
               which
               I
               lov'd
               ,
            
             
               my
               hands
               lift
               up
               I
               will
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               will
               also
               meditate
            
             
               upon
               thy
               statutes
               still
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ז
             ZAIN
             .
             The
             7.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Remember
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               thy
               gracious
               word
               ,
            
             
               thou
               to
               thy
               servant
               spake
               ,
            
             
               Which
               ,
               for
               a
               ground
               of
               my
               sure
               hope
               ,
            
             
               thou
               causedst
               me
               to
               take
               .
            
             
               This
               word
               of
               thine
               my
               comfort
               is
            
             
               in
               my
               affliction
               :
            
             
               For
               in
               my
               straits
               I
               am
               reviv'd
            
             
               by
               this
               thy
               word
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               men
               whose
               hearts
               with
               pride
               are
               stuff'd
               ,
            
             
             
               did
               greatly
               me
               deride
               :
            
             
               Yet
               from
               thy
               straight
               commandements
            
             
               I
               have
               not
               turn'd
               aside
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               judgements
               righteous
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               which
               thou
               of
               old
               forth
               gave
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               remember
               ,
               and
               my self
            
             
               by
               them
               comforted
               have
               .
            
          
           
             
               Horrour
               took
               hold
               on
               me
               ,
               because
            
             
               ill
               men
               thy
               Law
               forsake
               .
            
             
               I
               in
               my
               house
               of
               pilgrimage
            
             
               thy
               Laws
               my
               songs
               do
               make
               .
            
             
               Thy
               Name
               by
               night
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               did
               minde
               ,
            
             
               and
               I
               have
               kept
               thy
               Law.
            
             
               And
               this
               I
               had
               ,
               because
               thy
               word
            
             
               I
               kept
               ,
               and
               stood
               in
               aw
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ח
             CHETH
             .
             The
             8.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Thou
               my
               sure
               portion
               art
               alone
               ,
            
             
               which
               I
               did
               choose
               ,
               O
               Lord
               :
            
             
               I
               have
               resolv'd
               and
               said
               ,
               that
               I
            
             
               would
               keep
               thy
               holy
               word
               .
            
             
               With
               my
               whole
               heart
               I
               did
               intreat
            
             
               thy
               face
               ,
               and
               favour
               free
               :
            
             
               According
               to
               thy
               gracious
               word
            
             
               be
               mercifull
               to
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               thought
               upon
               my
               former
               wayes
               ,
            
             
               and
               did
               my
               life
               well
               try
               :
            
             
               And
               to
               thy
               testimonies
               pure
            
             
               my
               feet
               then
               turned
               I.
            
             
               I
               did
               not
               stay
               ,
               nor
               linger
               long
               ,
            
             
               as
               those
               that
               slothfull
               are
               ,
            
             
               But
               hastily
               thy
               Laws
               to
               keep
            
             
               my self
               I
               did
               prepare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Bands
               of
               ill
               men
               me
               robb'd
               ;
               yet
               I
            
             
               thy
               precepts
               did
               not
               slight
               .
            
             
               I
               'le
               rise
               at
               midnight
               ,
               thee
               to
               praise
               ,
            
             
               ev'n
               for
               thy
               judgements
               right
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               companion
               to
               all
               those
               ,
            
             
               who
               fear
               ,
               and
               thee
               obey
               .
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               thy
               mercy
               fills
               the
               earth
               :
            
             
               teach
               me
               thy
               Laws
               ,
               I
               pray
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ט
             TETH
             .
             The
             9.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Well
               hast
               thou
               with
               thy
               servant
               dealt
               ,
            
             
               as
               thou
               didst
               promise
               give
               .
            
             
               Good
               judgement
               me
               ,
               and
               knowledge
               ,
               teach
               ;
            
             
               for
               I
               thy
               word
               believe
               .
            
             
               Ere
               I
               afflicted
               was
               ,
               I
               stray'd
               ,
            
             
               but
               now
               I
               keep
               thy
               word
               ,
            
             
               Both
               good
               thou
               art
               ,
               and
               good
               thou
               dost
               :
            
             
               teach
               me
               thy
               statutes
               ,
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               men
               ,
               that
               are
               puft
               up
               with
               pride
               ,
            
             
               against
               me
               forg'd
               a
               ly
               :
            
             
               Yet
               thy
               commandements
               observe
            
             
               with
               my
               whole
               heart
               will
               I.
            
             
               Their
               hearts
               ,
               through
               worldly
               ease
               &
               wealth
               ,
            
             
               as
               fat
               as
               grease
               they
               be
               :
            
             
               But
               in
               thy
               holy
               Law
               I
               take
            
             
               delight
               continually
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               hath
               been
               very
               good
               for
               me
               ,
            
             
               that
               I
               afflicted
               was
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               might
               well
               instructed
               be
               ,
            
             
               and
               learn
               thy
               holy
               Laws
               .
            
             
               The
               word
               that
               cometh
               from
               thy
               mouth
            
             
               is
               better
               unto
               me
               ,
            
             
               Then
               many
               thousands
               ,
               and
               great
               summs
            
             
               of
               gold
               and
               silver
               be
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             י
             JOD
             .
             The
             10.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Thou
               mad'st
               and
               fashionedst
               me
               :
               thy
               Laws
            
             
               to
               know
               give
               wisdom
               ,
               Lord.
            
             
               So
               who
               thee
               fear
               ,
               shall
               joy
               to
               see
            
             
               me
               trusting
               in
               thy
               word
               .
            
             
               That
               very
               right
               thy
               judgements
               are
            
             
               I
               know
               and
               do
               confesse
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               thou
               hast
               afflicted
               me
            
             
               in
               truth
               and
               faithfulnesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               let
               thy
               kindnesse
               mercifull
               ,
            
             
               I
               pray
               thee
               ,
               comfort
               me
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               thy
               servant
               faithfully
            
             
               was
               promised
               by
               thee
               .
            
             
               And
               let
               thy
               tender
               mercies
               come
            
             
               to
               me
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               live
               :
            
             
               Because
               thy
               holy
               Laws
               to
               me
            
             
               sweet
               delectation
               give
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               ,
               let
               the
               proud
               ashamed
               be
               :
            
             
               for
               they
               ,
               without
               a
               cause
               ,
            
             
               With
               me
               perversly
               deal
               ;
               but
               I
            
             
               will
               muse
               upon
               thy
               Laws
               .
            
             
               Let
               such
               as
               fear
               thee
               ,
               and
               have
               known
            
             
               thy
               statutes
               ,
               turn
               to
               me
               .
            
             
               My
               heart
               let
               in
               thy
               Laws
               be
               sound
               ,
            
             
               that
               sham'd
               I
               never
               be
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             כ
             CAPH
             .
             The
             11.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               My
               soul
               for
               thy
               salvation
               faints
               :
            
             
               yet
               I
               thy
               word
               believe
               .
            
             
               Mine
               eyes
               fail
               for
               thy
               word
               :
               I
               say
               ,
            
             
               When
               wilt
               thou
               comfort
               give
               ?
            
             
               For
               like
               a
               bottle
               I
               'm
               become
               ,
            
             
               that
               in
               the
               smoke
               is
               set
               :
            
             
             
               I
               'm
               black
               and
               parcht
               with
               grief
               ,
               yet
               I
            
             
               thy
               statutes
               not
               forget
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               many
               are
               thy
               servants
               dayes
               ?
            
             
               when
               wilt
               thou
               execute
            
             
               Just
               judgement
               on
               these
               wicked
               men
            
             
               that
               do
               me
               persecute
               ?
            
             
               The
               proud
               have
               digged
               pits
               for
               me
               ,
            
             
               which
               is
               against
               thy
               Laws
               .
            
             
               Thy
               words
               all
               faithfull
               are
               :
               help
               me
            
             
               pursu'd
               without
               a
               cause
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               so
               consum'd
               me
               ,
               that
               on
               earth
            
             
               my
               life
               they
               scarce
               did
               leave
               :
            
             
               Thy
               precepts
               yet
               forsook
               I
               not
               ,
            
             
               but
               close
               to
               them
               I
               clave
               .
            
             
               After
               thy
               loving
               kindnesse
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               me
               quicken
               ,
               and
               preserve
               :
            
             
               The
               testimonie
               of
               thy
               mouth
            
             
               so
               shall
               I
               still
               observe
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ל
             LAMED
             .
             The
             12.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Thy
               word
               for
               ever
               is
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               in
               heaven
               settled
               fast
               :
            
             
               Unto
               all
               generations
            
             
               thy
               faithfulnesse
               doth
               last
               .
            
             
               The
               earth
               thou
               hast
               established
               ,
            
             
               and
               it
               abides
               by
               thee
               :
            
             
               This
               day
               they
               stand
               ,
               as
               thou
               ordain'd
               :
            
             
               for
               all
               thy
               servants
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               Unlesse
               in
               thy
               most
               perfect
               Law
            
             
               my
               soul
               delights
               had
               found
               ,
            
             
               I
               should
               have
               perished
               ,
               when
               as
            
             
               my
               troubles
               did
               abound
               .
            
             
               Thy
               precepts
               I
               will
               nev'r
               forget
               :
            
             
             
               they
               quickning
               to
               me
               brought
               .
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               I
               am
               thine
               :
               O
               save
               thou
               me
               :
            
             
               thy
               precepts
               I
               have
               sought
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               me
               the
               wicked
               have
               laid
               wait
               ,
            
             
               me
               seeking
               to
               destroy
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               thy
               testimonies
               true
            
             
               consider
               will
               with
               joy
               .
            
             
               An
               end
               of
               all
               perfection
            
             
               here
               have
               I
               seen
               ,
               O
               God
               :
            
             
               But
               as
               for
               thy
               commandement
            
             
               it
               is
               exceeding
               broad
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             מ
             MEM.
             The
             13.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               O
               how
               love
               I
               thy
               Law
               !
               it
               is
            
             
               my
               study
               all
               the
               day
               .
            
             
               It
               makes
               me
               wiser
               then
               my
               foes
               :
            
             
               for
               it
               doth
               with
               me
               stay
               .
            
             
               Then
               all
               my
               teachers
               ,
               now
               I
               have
            
             
               more
               understanding
               far
               :
            
             
               Because
               my
               meditation
            
             
               thy
               ▪
               testimonies
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               understanding
               I
               excell
            
             
               those
               that
               are
               ancients
               ,
            
             
               For
               I
               endeavoured
               to
               keep
            
             
               all
               thy
               commandements
               .
            
             
               My
               feet
               from
               each
               ill
               way
               I
               stay'd
               ,
            
             
               that
               I
               may
               keep
               thy
               word
               .
            
             
               I
               from
               thy
               judgements
               have
               not
               swerv'd
               ,
            
             
               for
               thou
               hast
               taught
               me
               ,
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
               How
               sweet
               unto
               my
               taste
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               are
               all
               thy
               words
               of
               truth
               !
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               I
               do
               finde
               them
               sweeter
               far
               ,
            
             
               then
               honey
               to
               my
               mouth
               .
            
             
             
               I
               ,
               through
               thy
               precepts
               that
               are
               pure
               ,
            
             
               do
               understanding
               get
               :
            
             
               I
               therefore
               every
               way
               that
               's
               false
            
             
               with
               all
               my
               heart
               do
               hate
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             נ
             NUN
             .
             The
             14.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Thy
               word
               is
               to
               my
               feet
               a
               lamp
               ,
            
             
               and
               to
               my
               path
               a
               light
               .
            
             
               I
               sworn
               have
               ,
               and
               I
               will
               perform
               ,
            
             
               to
               keep
               thy
               judgements
               right
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               with
               sore
               affliction
            
             
               ev'n
               overwhelm'd
               ,
               O
               Lord
               :
            
             
               In
               mercy
               raise
               ,
               and
               quicken
               me
               ,
            
             
               according
               to
               thy
               word
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               free-will
               offrings
               of
               my
               mouth
            
             
               accept
               ,
               I
               thee
               beseech
               :
            
             
               And
               unto
               me
               thy
               servant
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               thy
               judgements
               clearly
               teach
               .
            
             
               Though
               still
               my
               soul
               be
               in
               my
               hand
               ,
            
             
               thy
               Laws
               I
               'le
               not
               forget
               .
            
             
               I
               err'd
               not
               from
               them
               ,
               though
               for
               me
            
             
               the
               wicked
               snares
               did
               set
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               of
               thy
               testimonies
               have
            
             
               above
               all
               things
               made
               choice
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               my
               heritage
               for
               ay
               ,
            
             
               for
               they
               my
               Heart
               rejoice
               .
            
             
               I
               carefully
               inclined
               have
            
             
               my
               heart
               ,
               still
               to
               attend
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               thy
               statures
               may
               perform
            
             
               alway
               unto
               the
               end
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ס
             SAMECH
             .
             The
             15.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               I
               hate
               the
               thoughts
               of
               vanitie
               ,
            
             
               but
               love
               thy
               Law
               do
               I.
            
             
             
               My
               shield
               and
               hiding-place
               thou
               art
               :
            
             
               I
               on
               thy
               word
               rely
               .
            
             
               All
               ye
               that
               evill
               doers
               are
               ,
            
             
               from
               me
               depart
               away
               ;
            
             
               For
               the
               commandments
               of
               my
               God
            
             
               I
               purpose
               to
               obey
               .
            
          
           
             
               According
               to
               thy
               faithfull
               word
            
             
               uphold
               and
               stablish
               me
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               live
               ,
               and
               of
               my
               hope
            
             
               ashamed
               never
               be
               .
            
             
               Hold
               thou
               me
               up
               ,
               so
               shall
               I
               be
            
             
               in
               peace
               and
               safetie
               still
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               thy
               statutes
               have
               respect
            
             
               continually
               I
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               treadst
               down
               all
               that
               love
               to
               stray
               ,
            
             
               false
               their
               deceit
               doth
               prove
               .
            
             
               Lewd
               men
               ,
               like
               drosse
               ,
               away
               thou
               putst
               ,
            
             
               therefore
               thy
               Law
               I
               love
               .
            
             
               For
               fear
               of
               thee
               my
               very
               flesh
            
             
               doth
               tremble
               ,
               all
               dismaid
               ;
            
             
               And
               of
               thy
               righteous
               judgements
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               my
               soul
               is
               much
               afraid
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ע
             AIN
             .
             The
             16.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               To
               all
               men
               I
               have
               judgment
               done
               ,
            
             
               performing
               justice
               right
               :
            
             
               Then
               let
               me
               not
               be
               left
               unto
            
             
               my
               fierce
               oppressours
               might
               .
            
             
               For
               good
               unto
               thy
               servant
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               thy
               servants
               surety
               be
               :
            
             
               From
               the
               oppression
               of
               the
               proud
            
             
               do
               thou
               deliver
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Mine
               eyes
               do
               fail
               with
               looking
               long
            
             
               for
               thy
               salvation
               ,
            
             
             
               The
               word
               of
               thy
               pure
               righteousnesse
            
             
               while
               I
               do
               wait
               upon
               .
            
             
               In
               mercy
               with
               thy
               servant
               deal
               ,
            
             
               thy
               Laws
               me
               teach
               and
               show
               :
            
             
               I
               am
               thy
               servant
               ,
               wisdom
               give
               ,
            
             
               that
               I
               thy
               Laws
               may
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               's
               time
               thou
               work
               ,
               Lord
               :
               for
               they
               have
            
             
               made
               void
               thy
               Law
               divine
               :
            
             
               Therefore
               thy
               precepts
               more
               I
               love
            
             
               then
               gold
               ,
               yea
               gold
               most
               fine
               .
            
             
               Concerning
               all
               things
               ,
               thy
               commands
            
             
               all
               right
               I
               judge
               therefore
               :
            
             
               And
               every
               false
               and
               wicked
               way
            
             
               I
               perfectly
               abhore
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             פ
             PE.
             The
             17.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Thy
               statutes
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               are
               wonderfull
               ,
            
             
               my
               soul
               them
               keeps
               with
               care
               .
            
             
               The
               entrance
               of
               thy
               words
               gives
               light
               ,
            
             
               makes
               wise
               who
               simple
               are
               .
            
             
               My
               mouth
               I
               have
               wide
               opened
               ,
            
             
               and
               panted
               earnestly
               ,
            
             
               While
               after
               thy
               commandements
            
             
               I
               long'd
               exceedingly
               .
            
          
           
             
               Look
               on
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               and
               mercifull
            
             
               do
               thou
               unto
               me
               prove
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               art
               wont
               to
               do
               to
               those
               ,
            
             
               thy
               Name
               who
               truly
               love
               .
            
             
               O
               let
               my
               footsteps
               in
               thy
               word
            
             
               aright
               still
               ordered
               be
               :
            
             
               Let
               no
               iniquitie
               obtain
            
             
               dominion
               over
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               mans
               oppression
               save
               thou
               me
            
             
             
               so
               keep
               thy
               Laws
               I
               will.
            
             
               Thy
               face
               make
               on
               thy
               servant
               shine
               :
            
             
               teach
               me
               the
               statutes
               still
               .
            
             
               Rivers
               of
               waters
               from
               mine
               eyes
            
             
               did
               run
               down
               ,
               when
               I
               saw
            
             
               How
               wicked
               men
               run
               on
               in
               sin
               ,
            
             
               and
               do
               not
               keep
               thy
               Law.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             צ
             TSADDI
             .
             The
             18.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               art
               most
               righteous
               ,
            
             
               thy
               judgements
               are
               upright
               .
            
             
               Thy
               testimonies
               thou
               command'st
            
             
               most
               faithfull
               are
               and
               right
               .
            
             
               My
               zeal
               hath
               ev'n
               consumed
               me
               ,
            
             
               because
               mine
               enemies
            
             
               Thy
               holy
               words
               forgotten
               have
               ,
            
             
               and
               do
               thy
               Laws
               despise
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thy
               word
               's
               most
               pure
               ,
               therefore
               on
               it
            
             
               thy
               servants
               love
               is
               set
               .
            
             
               Small
               ,
               and
               despis'd
               I
               am
               ,
               yet
               I
            
             
               thy
               precepts
               not
               forget
               .
            
             
               Thy
               righteousnesse
               ,
               is
               righteousnesse
            
             
               which
               ever
               doth
               endure
               :
            
             
               Thy
               holy
               Law
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               also
               is
            
             
               the
               very
               truth
               most
               pure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Trouble
               and
               anguish
               have
               me
               found
               ,
            
             
               and
               taken
               hold
               on
               me
               :
            
             
               Yet
               in
               my
               trouble
               my
               delight
            
             
               thy
               just
               commandments
               be
               .
            
             
               Eternall
               righteousnesse
               is
               in
            
             
               thy
               testimonies
               all
               :
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               to
               me
               understanding
               give
               ,
            
             
               and
               ever
               live
               I
               shall
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             ק
             KOPH
             .
             The
             19.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               With
               my
               whole
               heart
               I
               cry'd
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               hear
               :
            
             
               I
               will
               thy
               word
               obey
               .
            
             
               I
               cry'd
               to
               thee
               ,
               save
               me
               ,
               and
               I
            
             
               will
               keep
               thy
               Laws
               alway
               .
            
             
               I
               of
               the
               morning
               did
               prevent
            
             
               the
               dawning
               ,
               and
               did
               cry
               :
            
             
               For
               all
               my
               expectation
            
             
               did
               on
               thy
               word
               rely
               .
            
          
           
             
               Mine
               eyes
               did
               timously
               prevent
            
             
               the
               watches
               of
               the
               night
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               thy
               word
               ,
               with
               carefull
               minde
               ,
            
             
               then
               meditate
               I
               might
               ,
            
             
               After
               thy
               loving
               kindnesse
               hear
            
             
               my
               voice
               ,
               that
               calls
               on
               thee
               :
            
             
               According
               to
               thy
               judgement
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               revive
               and
               quicken
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               follow
               mischief
               ,
               they
               draw
               nigh
               ;
            
             
               they
               from
               thy
               Law
               are
               far
               :
            
             
               But
               thou
               art
               near
               ,
               Lord
               :
               most
               firm
               truth
            
             
               all
               thy
               commandments
               are
               .
            
             
               As
               for
               thy
               testimonies
               all
               ,
            
             
               of
               old
               this
               have
               I
               try'd
               ,
            
             
               That
               thou
               hast
               surely
               founded
               them
               ,
            
             
               for
               ever
               to
               abide
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ר
             RESH
             .
             The
             20.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Consider
               mine
               affliction
               ,
            
             
               in
               safety
               do
               me
               set
               :
            
             
               Deliver
               me
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               for
               I
            
             
               thy
               Law
               do
               not
               forget
               .
            
             
               After
               thy
               word
               revive
               thou
               me
               ;
            
             
               save
               me
               ,
               and
               plead
               my
               cause
               .
            
             
             
               Salvation
               is
               from
               sinners
               far
               ,
            
             
               for
               they
               seek
               not
               thy
               Laws
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               both
               great
               and
               manifold
            
             
               thy
               tender
               mercies
               be
               :
            
             
               According
               to
               thy
               judgements
               just
            
             
               revive
               and
               quicken
               me
               .
            
             
               My
               persecuters
               many
               are
               ,
            
             
               and
               foes
               ,
               which
               do
               combine
               :
            
             
               Yet
               from
               thy
               testimonies
               pure
            
             
               my
               heart
               doth
               not
               decline
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               saw
               transgressours
               ,
               and
               was
               griev'd
               :
            
             
               for
               they
               keep
               not
               thy
               word
               .
            
             
               See
               how
               I
               love
               thy
               Law
               !
               as
               thou
            
             
               art
               kinde
               ,
               me
               quicken
               ,
               Lord.
            
             
               From
               the
               beginning
               all
               thy
               word
            
             
               hath
               been
               most
               true
               and
               sure
               :
            
             
               Thy
               righteous
               judgements
               every
               one
            
             
               for
               evermore
               endure
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ש
             SHIN
             .
             The
             21.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               Princes
               have
               persecuted
               me
               ,
            
             
               although
               no
               cause
               they
               saw
               :
            
             
               But
               still
               of
               thy
               most
               holy
               word
            
             
               my
               heart
               doth
               stand
               in
               aw
               .
            
             
               I
               at
               thy
               word
               rejoyce
               ,
               as
               one
            
             
               of
               spoil
               that
               findes
               great
               store
               .
            
             
               Thy
               Law
               I
               love
               ,
               but
               lying
               all
            
             
               I
               hate
               and
               do
               abhorre
               .
            
          
           
             
               Seven
               times
               a
               day
               it
               is
               my
               care
            
             
               to
               give
               due
               praise
               to
               thee
               :
            
             
               Because
               of
               all
               thy
               judgements
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               which
               righteous
               ever
               be
               .
            
             
               Great
               peace
               have
               they
               who
               love
               thy
               Law
               :
            
             
             
               offence
               they
               shall
               have
               none
               .
            
             
               I
               hop'd
               for
               thy
               salvation
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               and
               thy
               commands
               have
               done
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               soul
               thy
               testimonies
               pure
            
             
               observed
               carefully
               :
            
             
               On
               them
               my
               heart
               is
               set
               ,
               and
               them
            
             
               I
               love
               exceedingly
               .
            
             
               Thy
               testimonies
               and
               thy
               Laws
            
             
               I
               kept
               ,
               with
               speciall
               care
               :
            
             
               For
               all
               my
               works
               ,
               and
               wayes
               each
               one
            
             
               before
               thee
               open
               are
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ת
             TAU
             .
             The
             22.
             part
             .
          
           
             
               O
               let
               my
               earnest
               pray'r
               and
               cry
            
             
               come
               near
               before
               thee
               ,
               Lord
               :
            
             
               Give
               understanding
               unto
               me
            
             
               according
               to
               thy
               word
               ,
            
             
               Let
               my
               request
               before
               thee
               come
               :
            
             
               after
               thy
               word
               me
               free
               .
            
             
               My
               lips
               shall
               utter
               praise
               ,
               when
               thou
            
             
               hast
               taught
               thy
               Laws
               to
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               tongue
               of
               thy
               most
               blessed
               word
            
             
               shall
               speak
               ,
               and
               it
               confesse
               :
            
             
               Because
               all
               thy
               commandements
            
             
               are
               perfect
               righteousnesse
               .
            
             
               Let
               thy
               strong
               hand
               make
               help
               to
               me
               :
            
             
               thy
               precepts
               are
               my
               choice
               .
            
             
               I
               long'd
               for
               thy
               salvation
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               and
               in
               thy
               Law
               rejoice
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               let
               my
               soul
               live
               ,
               and
               it
               shall
            
             
               give
               praises
               unto
               thee
               :
            
             
               And
               let
               thy
               judgements
               gracious
            
             
               be
               helpfull
               unto
               me
               .
            
             
             
               I
               like
               a
               lost
               sheep
               went
               astray
               ,
            
             
               thy
               servant
               seek
               ,
               and
               finde
               :
            
             
               For
               thy
               commands
               I
               suffred
               not
            
             
               to
               slip
               out
               of
               my
               minde
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXX
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           .
        
         
           
             IN
             my
             distresse
             to
             God
             I
             cry'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             He
             gave
             ear
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             From
             lying
             lips
             ,
             and
             guilful
             tongue
          
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             my
             soul
             set
             free
             .
          
           
             What
             shall
             be
             giv'n
             thee
             ?
             or
             what
             shall
          
           
             be
             done
             to
             thee
             ,
             false
             tongue
             ?
          
           
             Ev'n
             burning
             coals
             of
             juniper
             ,
          
           
             sharp
             arrows
             of
             the
             strong
             .
          
        
         
           
             Wo's
             me
             ,
             that
             I
             in
             Mesech
             am
          
           
             a
             sojourner
             so
             long
             ;
          
           
             That
             I
             in
             tabernacles
             dwell
          
           
             to
             Kedar
             that
             belong
             .
          
           
             My
             soul
             with
             him
             that
             hateth
             peace
          
           
             hath
             long
             a
             dweller
             been
             .
          
           
             I
             am
             for
             peace
             :
             but
             when
             I
             speak
          
           
             for
             battell
             they
             are
             keen
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXI
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           .
        
         
           
             I
             to
             the
             hils
             will
             lift
             mine
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             from
             whence
             doth
             come
             mine
             aid
             :
          
           
             My
             safetie
             cometh
             from
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             who
             heav'n
             and
             earth
             hath
             made
             .
          
           
             Thy
             foot
             Hee
             'll
             not
             let
             slide
             ,
             nor
             will
          
           
             He
             slumber
             that
             thee
             keeps
             :
          
           
             Behold
             ,
             He
             that
             keeps
             Israel
             ,
          
           
             He
             slumbers
             not
             ,
             nor
             sleeps
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Lord
             thee
             keeps
             ,
             the
             Lord
             thy
             shade
          
           
             on
             thy
             right
             hand
             doth
             stay
             :
          
           
             The
             Moon
             by
             night
             thee
             shall
             not
             smite
             ,
          
           
             nor
             yet
             the
             Sun
             by
             day
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             shall
             keep
             thy
             soul
             ,
             He
             shall
          
           
             preserve
             thee
             from
             all
             ill
             :
          
           
             Henceforth
             thy
             going
             out
             and
             in
          
           
             God
             keep
             for
             ever
             will.
             
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXII
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             I
             joy'd
             ,
             when
             to
             the
             house
             of
             God
          
           
             go
             up
             ,
             they
             said
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             Jerusalem
             within
             thy
             gates
          
           
             our
             feet
             shall
             standing
             be
             .
          
           
             Jerusalem
             as
             a
             city
             is
          
           
             compactly
             built
             together
             :
          
           
             Unto
             that
             place
             the
             Tribes
             go
             up
             ,
          
           
             the
             Tribes
             of
             God
             go
             thither
             ,
          
        
         
           
             To
             Israels
             testimonie
             ,
             there
          
           
             to
             Gods
             Name
             thanks
             to
             pay
             .
          
           
             For
             thrones
             of
             judgement
             ,
             ev'n
             the
             thrones
          
           
             of
             Davids
             house
             there
             stay
             .
          
           
             Pray
             that
             Jerusalem
             may
             have
          
           
             peace
             and
             felicitie
             :
          
           
             Let
             them
             ,
             that
             love
             thee
             and
             thy
             peace
             ,
          
           
             have
             still
             prosperitie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Therefore
             I
             wish
             that
             peace
             may
             still
          
           
             within
             thy
             walls
             remain
             ,
          
           
             And
             ever
             may
             thy
             palaces
          
           
             prosperitie
             retain
             .
          
           
             Now
             ,
             for
             my
             friends
             and
             brethrens
             sake
             ,
          
           
             peace
             be
             in
             thee
             ,
             I
             'le
             say
             :
          
           
           
             And
             for
             the
             house
             of
             God
             our
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             seek
             thy
             good
             alway
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXIII
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           .
        
         
           
             O
             thou
             that
             dwellest
             in
             the
             heav'ns
             ,
          
           
             I
             lift
             mine
             eyes
             to
             Thee
             .
          
           
             Behold
             ,
             as
             servants
             eyes
             do
             look
          
           
             their
             masters
             hand
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             As
             hand-maids
             eyes
             her
             mistresse
             hand
             ,
          
           
             so
             do
             our
             eyes
             attend
          
           
             Upon
             the
             Lord
             our
             God
             ,
             untill
          
           
             to
             us
             he
             mercy
             send
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             be
             gracious
             to
             us
             ,
          
           
             unto
             us
             gracious
             be
             :
          
           
             Because
             replenish'd
             with
             contempt
          
           
             exceedingly
             are
             we
             .
          
           
             Our
             soul
             is
             fill'd
             with
             scorn
             of
             those
          
           
             that
             at
             their
             ease
             abide
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             insolent
             contempt
          
           
             of
             those
             that
             swell
             in
             pride
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
               PSAL
               CXXIV
            
             .
             A
             song
             of
             degrees
             of
             David
             .
          
           
             
               HAd
               not
               the
               Lord
               been
               on
               our
               side
               ,
            
             
               may
               Israel
               now
               say
               :
            
             
               Had
               not
               the
               Lord
               been
               on
               our
               side
               ,
            
             
               when
               men
               rose
               us
               to
               slay
               :
            
             
               They
               had
               us
               swallow'd
               quick
               when
               as
            
             
               their
               wrath
               '
               gainst
               us
               did
               flame
               :
            
             
               Waters
               had
               cover'd
               us
               ,
               our
               soul
            
             
               had
               sunk
               beneath
               the
               stream
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               had
               the
               waters
               ,
               swelling
               high
               ,
            
             
               over
               our
               soul
               made
               way
               .
            
             
             
               Blest
               be
               the
               Lord
               ,
               who
               to
               their
               teeth
            
             
               us
               gave
               not
               for
               a
               prey
               .
            
             
               Our
               soul
               's
               escaped
               ,
               as
               a
               bird
            
             
               out
               of
               the
               fowlers
               snare
               :
            
             
               The
               snare
               asunder
               broken
               is
               ,
            
             
               and
               we
               escaped
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               sure
               ,
               and
               all-sufficient
               help
            
             
               is
               in
               JEHOVAH'S
               Name
               ;
            
             
               His
               Name
               ,
               who
               did
               the
               heav'n
               create
               ,
            
             
               and
               who
               the
               earth
               did
               frame
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               NOw
               Israel
            
             
               may
               say
               ,
               and
               that
               truly
               ,
            
             
               If
               that
               the
               Lord
            
             
               had
               not
               our
               cause
               maintain'd
               :
            
             
               If
               that
               the
               Lord
            
             
               had
               not
               our
               right
               sustain'd
               ,
            
             
               When
               cruell
               men
            
             
               against
               us
               furiously
            
             
               Rose
               up
               in
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               to
               make
               of
               us
               their
               prey
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               certainly
            
             
               they
               had
               devour'd
               us
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               swallowed
               quick
               ,
            
             
               for
               ought
               that
               we
               could
               deem
               ;
            
             
               Such
               was
               their
               rage
               ,
            
             
               as
               we
               might
               well
               esteem
               :
            
             
               And
               as
               fierce
               flouds
            
             
               before
               them
               all
               things
               drown
               ,
            
             
               So
               had
               they
               brought
            
             
               our
               soul
               to
               death
               quite
               down
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               raging
               streams
               ,
            
             
               with
               their
               proud
               swelling
               waves
               ,
            
             
             
               Had
               then
               our
               soul
            
             
               ov'rwhelmed
               in
               the
               deep
               :
            
             
               But
               blest
               be
               God
               ,
            
             
               who
               doth
               us
               sefely
               keep
               .
            
             
               And
               hath
               not
               given
            
             
               us
               for
               a
               living
               prey
            
             
               Unto
               their
               teeth
            
             
               and
               bloudy
               cruelty
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ev'n
               as
               a
               bird
            
             
               out
               of
               the
               fowlers
               snare
            
             
               Escapes
               away
               ,
            
             
               so
               is
               our
               soul
               set
               free
               ;
            
             
               Broke
               are
               their
               nets
               ,
            
             
               and
               thus
               escaped
               wee
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               our
               help
            
             
               is
               in
               the
               Lords
               great
               Name
               ,
            
             
               Who
               heav'n
               and
               earth
            
             
               by
               his
               great
               pow'r
               did
               frame
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXV
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           .
        
         
           
             THey
             ,
             in
             the
             Lord
             that
             firmly
             trust
             ,
          
           
             shall
             be
             like
             Zion
             hill
             ,
          
           
             Which
             at
             no
             time
             can
             be
             remov'd
             ,
          
           
             but
             standeth
             ever
             still
             .
          
           
             As
             round
             about
             Jerusalem
          
           
             the
             mountains
             stand
             alway
             ,
          
           
             The
             Lord
             His
             folk
             doth
             compasse
             so
          
           
             from
             henceforth
             and
             for
             ay
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             ill
             mens
             rod
             upon
             the
             lot
          
           
             of
             just
             men
             shall
             not
             ly
             ,
          
           
             Left
             righteous
             men
             stretch
             forth
             their
             hands
          
           
             unto
             iniquity
             .
          
           
             Do
             thou
             to
             all
             those
             that
             be
             good
          
           
           
             thy
             goodnesse
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             impart
             ;
          
           
             And
             do
             thou
             good
             to
             those
             that
             are
          
           
             upright
             within
             their
             heart
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             as
             for
             such
             as
             turn
             aside
          
           
             after
             their
             crooked
             way
             ,
          
           
             God
             shall
             lead
             forth
             with
             wicked
             men
             :
          
           
             on
             Israel
             peace
             shall
             stay
             ,
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXVI
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           .
        
         
           
             VVHen
             Zions
             bondage
             God
             turn'd
             back
             ,
          
           
             as
             men
             that
             dream'd
             were
             we
             .
          
           
             Then
             fill'd
             with
             laughter
             was
             our
             mouth
             ,
          
           
             our
             tongue
             with
             melodie
             :
          
           
             They
             'mong
             the
             heathen
             said
             ,
             The
             Lord
          
           
             great
             things
             for
             them
             hath
             wrought
             :
          
           
             The
             Lord
             hath
             done
             great
             things
             for
             us
             ,
          
           
             whence
             joy
             to
             us
             is
             brought
             .
          
        
         
           
             As
             streams
             of
             water
             in
             the
             South
             ,
          
           
             our
             bondage
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             recall
             .
          
           
             Who
             sow
             in
             tears
             ,
             a
             reaping
             time
          
           
             of
             joy
             enjoy
             they
             shall
             .
          
           
             That
             man
             ,
             who
             bearing
             precious
             seed
             ,
          
           
             in
             going
             forth
             doth
             mourn
             ,
          
           
             He
             doubtlesse
             ,
             bringing
             back
             his
             sheaves
             ,
          
           
             rejoycing
             shall
             return
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXVII
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           for
           Salomon
           .
        
         
           
             EXcept
             the
             Lord
             do
             build
             the
             house
             ,
          
           
             the
             builders
             lose
             their
             pain
             :
          
           
             Except
             the
             Lord
             the
             city
             keep
             ,
          
           
             the
             watchmen
             watch
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             It
             's
             vain
             for
             you
             to
             rise
             betimes
             ,
          
           
           
             or
             late
             from
             rest
             to
             keep
             ,
          
           
             To
             feed
             on
             sorrows
             bread
             :
             so
             gives
          
           
             He
             his
             beloved
             sleep
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lo
             ,
             children
             are
             Gods
             heritage
             ,
          
           
             the
             wombs-fruit
             His
             reward
             .
          
           
             The
             sons
             of
             youth
             as
             arrows
             are
          
           
             for
             strong
             mens
             hands
             prepar'd
             .
          
           
             O
             happy
             is
             the
             man
             that
             hath
          
           
             his
             quiver
             fill'd
             with
             those
             :
          
           
             They
             ,
             unashamed
             ,
             in
             the
             gate
          
           
             shall
             speak
             unto
             their
             foes
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXVIII
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           .
        
         
           
             BLest
             is
             each
             one
             that
             fears
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             walketh
             in
             his
             wayes
             .
          
           
             For
             of
             thy
             labour
             thou
             shalt
             eat
             ,
          
           
             and
             happie
             be
             alwayes
             .
          
           
             Thy
             wife
             shall
             ,
             as
             a
             fruitfull
             vine
             ,
          
           
             by
             thy
             house
             sides
             ,
             be
             found
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             children
             like
             to
             olive
             plants
          
           
             about
             thy
             table
             round
             .
          
        
         
           
             Behold
             ,
             the
             man
             that
             fears
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             thus
             blessed
             shall
             he
             be
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             shall
             out
             of
             Zion
             give
          
           
             His
             blessing
             unto
             thee
             :
          
           
             Thou
             shalt
             Jerusalems
             good
             behold
             ,
          
           
             whilst
             thou
             on
             earth
             dost
             dwell
             .
          
           
             Thou
             shalt
             thy
             childrens
             children
             see
             ,
          
           
             and
             peace
             on
             Israel
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXIX
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           .
        
         
           
             OFt
             did
             they
             vex
             me
             from
             my
             youth
             ,
          
           
             may
             Israel
             now
             declare
             :
          
           
           
             Oft
             did
             they
             vex
             me
             from
             my
             youth
             ,
          
           
             yet
             not
             victorious
             were
             .
          
           
             The
             plowers
             plow'd
             upon
             my
             back
             ,
          
           
             they
             long
             their
             furrows
             drew
             .
          
           
             The
             righteous
             Lord
             did
             cut
             the
             cords
          
           
             of
             the
             ungodly
             crue
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             Zions
             haters
             all
             be
             turn'd
          
           
             back
             with
             confusion
             .
          
           
             As
             grasse
             on
             houses
             tops
             be
             they
             ,
          
           
             which
             fades
             ere
             it
             be
             grown
             :
          
           
             Whereof
             enough
             to
             fill
             his
             hand
          
           
             the
             mower
             can
             not
             finde
             :
          
           
             Nor
             can
             the
             man
             his
             bosome
             fill
             ,
          
           
             whose
             work
             is
             ,
             sheaves
             to
             binde
             .
          
        
         
           
             Neither
             say
             they
             who
             do
             go
             by
             ,
          
           
             Gods
             blessing
             on
             you
             rest
             ;
          
           
             We
             ,
             in
             the
             Name
             of
             God
             ,
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             do
             wish
             you
             to
             be
             blest
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXX
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           .
        
         
           
             LOrd
             ,
             from
             the
             depths
             to
             thee
             I
             cry'd
             .
          
           
             My
             voice
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             do
             thou
             hear
             :
          
           
             Unto
             my
             supplications
             voyce
             ,
          
           
             give
             an
             attentive
             ear
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             who
             shall
             stand
             ,
             if
             thou
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             should'st
             mark
             iniquitie
             ?
          
           
             But
             yet
             with
             Thee
             forgivenesse
             is
             ,
          
           
             that
             fear'd
             Thou
             mayest
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             wait
             for
             God
             ,
             my
             soul
             doth
             wait
             ,
          
           
             my
             hope
             is
             in
             His
             word
             .
          
           
             More
             then
             they
             ,
             that
             for
             morning
             watch
             ,
          
           
             my
             soul
             waits
             for
             the
             Lord
             :
          
           
           
             I
             say
             ,
             more
             then
             they
             that
             do
             watch
          
           
             the
             morning
             light
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             Let
             Israel
             hope
             in
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             for
             with
             Him
             mercies
             be
             ,
          
        
         
           
             And
             plenteous
             redemption
          
           
             is
             ever
             found
             with
             Him.
          
           
             And
             from
             all
             his
             iniquities
          
           
             he
             Israel
             shall
             redeem
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXXI
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             MY
             heart
             not
             haughtie
             is
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             mine
             eyes
             not
             lofty
             be
             :
          
           
             Nor
             do
             I
             deal
             in
             matters
             great
             ,
          
           
             or
             things
             for
             me
             too
             hie
             .
          
           
             I
             surely
             have
             my self
             behav'd
          
           
             with
             quiet
             sp'rit
             and
             milde
             ,
          
           
             As
             childe
             of
             mother
             wean'd
             :
             my
             soul
          
           
             is
             like
             a
             weaned
             childe
             .
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             the
             Lord
             let
             all
             the
             hope
          
           
             of
             Israel
             rely
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             from
             the
             time
             that
             present
             is
          
           
             unto
             eternity
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXXII
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           .
        
         
           
             DAvid
             ,
             and
             his
             afflictions
             all
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             do
             thou
             think
             upon
             :
          
           
             How
             unto
             God
             he
             sware
             ,
             and
             vow'd
          
           
             to
             Jacobs
             mightie
             One.
          
           
             I
             will
             not
             come
             within
             my
             house
             ,
          
           
             nor
             rest
             in
             bed
             at
             all
             :
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             mine
             eyes
             take
             any
             sleep
             ,
          
           
             nor
             eye-lids
             slumber
             shall
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Till
             for
             the
             Lord
             a
             place
             I
             finde
             ,
          
           
           
             where
             He
             may
             make
             abode
             :
          
           
             A
             place
             of
             habitation
          
           
             for
             Jacobs
             mightie
             God.
          
           
             Lo
             ,
             at
             the
             place
             of
             Ephratah
          
           
             of
             it
             we
             understood
             :
          
           
             And
             we
             did
             finde
             it
             in
             the
             fields
          
           
             and
             city
             of
             the
             wood
             .
          
        
         
           
             We
             'll
             go
             into
             His
             Tabernacles
             ,
          
           
             and
             at
             His
             footstool
             bow
             .
          
           
             Arise
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             into
             Thy
             rest
             ,
          
           
             th'
             Ark
             of
             Thy
             strength
             ,
             and
             Thou
             .
          
           
             O
             let
             Thy
             Priests
             be
             cloathed
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             with
             truth
             and
             righteousnesse
             :
          
           
             And
             let
             all
             those
             that
             are
             Thy
             saints
          
           
             shout
             loud
             for
             joyfulnesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             thine
             own
             servant
             Davids
             sake
             ,
          
           
             do
             not
             deny
             Thy
             grace
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             of
             Thine
             own
             anointed
             one
          
           
             turn
             Thou
             away
             the
             face
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             in
             truth
             to
             David
             sware
             ,
          
           
             He
             will
             not
             turn
             from
             it
             ,
          
           
             I
             of
             thy
             bodies
             fruit
             will
             make
          
           
             upon
             thy
             throne
             to
             sit
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             Covenant
             if
             thy
             sons
             will
             keep
             ,
          
           
             and
             Laws
             to
             them
             made
             known
             ,
          
           
             Their
             children
             then
             shall
             also
             sit
          
           
             for
             ever
             on
             Thy
             throne
             .
          
           
             For
             God
             of
             Zion
             hath
             made
             choice
             ,
          
           
             there
             He
             desires
             to
             dwell
             .
          
           
             This
             is
             My
             rest
             ,
             here
             still
             I
             'le
             stay
             ,
          
           
             for
             I
             do
             like
             it
             well
             .
          
        
         
           
             Her
             food
             I
             'le
             greatly
             blesse
             ,
             her
             poor
          
           
           
             with
             bread
             will
             satisfie
             .
          
           
             Her
             priests
             I
             'le
             cloathe
             with
             health
             ,
             her
             saints
          
           
             shall
             shout
             forth
             joyfullie
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             will
             I
             make
             Davids
             horn
          
           
             to
             bud
             forth
             pleasantlie
             :
          
           
             For
             him
             that
             Mine
             anointed
             is
             ,
          
           
             a
             lamp
             ordain'd
             have
             I.
             
          
        
         
           
             As
             with
             a
             garment
             ,
             I
             will
             cloathe
          
           
             with
             shame
             his
             enemies
             all
             :
          
           
             But
             yet
             the
             crown
             that
             he
             doth
             wear
             ,
          
           
             upon
             him
             flourish
             shall
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXXIII
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             BEhold
             ,
             how
             good
             a
             thing
             it
             is
             ,
          
           
             and
             how
             becoming
             well
             ,
          
           
             Together
             such
             as
             brethren
             are
          
           
             in
             unitie
             to
             dwell
             .
          
           
             Like
             precious
             ointment
             on
             the
             head
             ,
          
           
             that
             down
             the
             beard
             did
             flow
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             Aarons
             beard
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             skirts
          
           
             did
             of
             his
             garments
             go
             .
          
        
         
           
             As
             Hermons
             dew
             ,
             the
             dew
             that
             doth
          
           
             on
             Zion
             hills
             descend
             :
          
           
             For
             there
             the
             blessing
             God
             commands
             ,
          
           
             life
             that
             shall
             never
             end
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXXIV
          
           .
           A
           song
           of
           degrees
           .
        
         
           
             BEhold
             ,
             blesse
             ye
             the
             Lord
             ,
             all
             ye
          
           
             that
             his
             attendants
             are
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             you
             that
             in
             Gods
             Temple
             be
             ,
          
           
             and
             praise
             Him
             nightly
             there
             .
          
           
             Your
             hands
             within
             Gods
             holy
             place
          
           
           
             lift
             up
             ,
             and
             praise
             His
             Name
             .
          
           
             From
             Zion
             hill
             the
             Lord
             thee
             blesse
             ,
          
           
             that
             heav'n
             and
             earth
             did
             frame
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXXXV
           .
        
         
           
             PRaise
             ye
             the
             Lord
             ;
             the
             Lords
             Name
             praise
             ,
          
           
             His
             servants
             praise
             ye
             God
             :
          
           
             Who
             stand
             in
             Gods
             house
             ,
             in
             the
             Courts
          
           
             of
             our
             God
             make
             abode
             .
          
           
             Praise
             ye
             the
             Lord
             ,
             for
             He
             is
             good
             ,
          
           
             unto
             Him
             praises
             sing
             :
          
           
             Sing
             praises
             to
             His
             Name
             ,
             because
          
           
             it
             is
             a
             pleasant
             thing
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             Jacob
             to
             Himself
             the
             Lord
          
           
             did
             choose
             ,
             of
             His
             good
             pleasure
             ,
          
           
             And
             He
             hath
             chosen
             Israel
          
           
             for
             His
             peculiar
             treasure
             .
          
           
             Because
             I
             know
             assuredly
          
           
             the
             Lord
             is
             very
             great
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             our
             Lord
             ,
             above
             all
             gods
             ,
          
           
             in
             glory
             hath
             His
             seat
             .
          
        
         
           
             What
             thing
             soever
             pleas'd
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             that
             in
             the
             heav'n
             did
             He
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             earth
             ,
             the
             seas
             ,
             and
             all
          
           
             the
             places
             deep
             that
             be
             .
          
           
             He
             from
             the
             ends
             of
             earth
             doth
             make
          
           
             the
             vapours
             to
             ascend
             :
          
           
             With
             rain
             He
             lightnings
             makes
             ,
             and
             winde
          
           
             doth
             from
             His
             treasures
             send
             .
          
        
         
           
             Aegypts
             first-born
             from
             man
             to
             beast
          
           
             who
             smore
             .
             Strange
             tokens
             He
          
           
             On
             Pharaoh
             ,
             and
             his
             servants
             sent
             ,
          
           
             Aegypt
             ,
             in
             midst
             of
             thee
             .
          
           
           
             He
             smote
             great
             nations
             ,
             flew
             great
             Kings
             :
          
           
             Sihon
             of
             Heshbon
             King
             ,
          
           
             And
             Og
             of
             Bashan
             ,
             and
             to
             nought
          
           
             did
             Canaans
             Kingdoms
             bring
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             for
             a
             wealthy
             heritage
          
           
             their
             pleasant
             land
             He
             gave
             ,
          
           
             An
             heritage
             which
             Israel
          
           
             His
             chosen
             folk
             should
             have
             .
          
           
             Thy
             Name
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
             shall
             still
             endure
             ,
          
           
             and
             Thy
             memoriall
          
           
             With
             honour
             shall
             continued
             be
          
           
             to
             generations
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             why
             ,
             the
             righteous
             God
             will
             judge
          
           
             His
             people
             righteouslie
             ,
          
           
             Concerning
             those
             that
             do
             Him
             serve
          
           
             Himself
             repent
             will
             He.
          
           
             The
             idols
             of
             the
             nations
          
           
             of
             silver
             are
             and
             gold
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             hands
             of
             men
             is
             made
          
           
             their
             fashion
             and
             mold
             .
          
        
         
           
             Mouthes
             have
             they
             ,
             but
             they
             do
             not
             speak
             ;
          
           
             eyes
             ,
             but
             they
             do
             not
             see
             :
          
           
             Ears
             have
             they
             but
             hear
             not
             ,
             and
             in
          
           
             their
             mouthes
             no
             breathing
             be
             .
          
           
             Their
             makers
             are
             like
             them
             ,
             so
             are
          
           
             all
             that
             on
             them
             rely
             .
          
           
             O
             Israels
             house
             blesse
             God
             ;
             blesse
             God
          
           
             O
             Aarons
             family
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             blesse
             the
             Lord
             of
             Levies
             house
          
           
             ye
             who
             His
             servants
             are
             ;
          
           
             And
             blesse
             the
             Holy
             Name
             of
             God
          
           
             all
             ye
             the
             Lord
             that
             fear
             .
          
           
             And
             blessed
             be
             the
             Lord
             our
             God
             ,
          
           
           
             from
             Zions
             holy
             hill
             ,
          
           
             Who
             dwelleth
             at
             Jerusalem
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             O
             praise
             ye
             still
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXXVI
             .
          
           
             
               GIve
               thanks
               to
               God
               ,
               for
               good
               is
               He
               :
            
             
               for
               mercy
               hath
               He
               ever
               .
            
             
               Thanks
               to
               the
               God
               of
               gods
               give
               ye
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
             
               Thanks
               give
               the
               Lord
               of
               lords
               unto
               :
            
             
               for
               mercy
               hath
               He
               ever
               .
            
             
               Who
               only
               wonders
               great
               can
               do
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               by
               His
               wisdom
               made
               heav'ns
               high
               :
            
             
               for
               mercy
               He
               hath
               ever
               .
            
             
               Who
               stretcht
               the
               earth
               above
               the
               sea
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
             
               To
               Him
               that
               made
               the
               great
               Light
               shine
               :
            
             
               for
               mercy
               He
               hath
               ever
               .
            
             
               The
               Sun
               to
               rule
               till
               day
               decline
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Moon
               and
               Stars
               to
               rule
               by
               night
               ,
            
             
               for
               mercy
               hath
               He
               ever
               .
            
             
               Who
               Aegypts
               first-born
               kill'd
               outright
               ,
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
             
               And
               Israel
               brought
               from
               Aegypt
               land
               ,
            
             
               for
               mercy
               hath
               He
               ever
               .
            
             
               With
               stretcht
               out
               arm
               ,
               and
               with
               strong
               hand
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               whom
               the
               Red-sea
               parted
               was
               ;
            
             
               for
               mercy
               hath
               He
               ever
               .
            
             
               And
               through
               its
               midst
               made
               Israel
               passe
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
             
               But
               Pharaoh
               ,
               and
               his
               host
               did
               drown
               :
            
             
             
               for
               mercy
               hath
               He
               ever
               .
            
             
               Who
               through
               the
               desert
               led
               His
               own
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               Him
               great
               Kings
               who
               overthrew
               :
            
             
               for
               He
               hath
               mercy
               ever
               .
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               famous
               Kings
               in
               battell
               slew
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
             
               Ev'n
               Sihon
               King
               of
               Amorites
               :
            
             
               for
               He
               hath
               mercy
               ever
               .
            
             
               And
               Og
               the
               King
               of
               Bashanites
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
          
           
             
               Their
               land
               in
               heritage
               to
               have
               ,
            
             
               (
               for
               mercy
               He
               hath
               ever
               )
            
             
               His
               servant
               Israel
               right
               He
               gave
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
             
               In
               our
               low
               state
               who
               on
               us
               thought
               :
            
             
               for
               He
               hath
               mercy
               ever
               .
            
             
               And
               from
               our
               foes
               our
               freedom
               wrought
               ▪
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               doth
               all
               flesh
               with
               food
               relieve
               :
            
             
               for
               He
               hath
               mercy
               ever
               .
            
             
               Thanks
               to
               the
               God
               of
               heaven
               give
               :
            
             
               for
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               PRaise
               God
               ,
               for
               He
               is
               kinde
               ,
            
             
               His
               mercy
               lasts
               for
               ay
               .
            
             
               Give
               thanks
               with
               heart
               and
               minde
            
             
               To
               God
               of
               gods
               alway
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
            
             
               His
               mercies
               dure
            
             
               Most
               firm
               and
               sure
            
             
               Eternally
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Lord
               of
               lords
               praise
               ye
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               mercies
               still
               endure
               .
            
             
               Great
               wonders
               only
               He
            
             
               Doth
               work
               by
               His
               great
               pow'r
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Which
               God
               Omnipotent
               ,
            
             
               By
               might
               and
               wisdom
               hie
               ,
            
             
               The
               heav'n
               and
               firmament
            
             
               Did
               frame
               ,
               as
               we
               may
               see
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               To
               Him
               who
               did
               outstretch
            
             
               This
               earth
               so
               great
               and
               wide
               ,
            
             
               Above
               the
               waters
               reach
            
             
               Making
               it
               to
               abide
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Great
               Lights
               He
               made
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               For
               His
               grace
               lasteth
               ay
               :
            
             
               Such
               as
               the
               Sun
               we
               see
            
             
               To
               rule
               the
               lightsome
               day
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Also
               the
               Moon
               so
               clear
               ,
            
             
               Which
               shineth
               in
               our
               sight
               :
            
             
               The
               Stars
               that
               do
               appear
               ,
            
             
               To
               guide
               the
               darksome
               night
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               To
               Him
               that
               Aegypt
               smote
               ,
            
             
               Who
               did
               his
               message
               scorn
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               His
               anger
               hot
            
             
               Did
               kill
               all
               their
               first-born
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Thence
               Israel
               out
               He
               brought
               :
            
             
               For
               His
               grace
               lasteth
               ever
               .
            
             
             
               With
               a
               strong
               hand
               He
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               And
               stretcht
               out
               arm
               deliver
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               sea
               He
               cut
               in
               two
               ;
            
             
               For
               His
               grace
               lasteth
               still
               :
            
             
               And
               through
               its
               midst
               to
               go
            
             
               Made
               His
               own
               Israel
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               But
               overwhelm'd
               and
               lost
            
             
               Was
               proud
               King
               Pharao
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               his
               mighty
               host
               ,
            
             
               And
               chariots
               there
               also
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               To
               Him
               who
               pow'rfully
            
             
               His
               chosen
               people
               led
               ,
            
             
               Ev'n
               through
               the
               desert
               dry
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               that
               place
               them
               fed
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               To
               Him
               great
               Kings
               who
               smote
               :
            
             
               For
               His
               grace
               hath
               no
               bound
               .
            
             
               Who
               slew
               and
               spared
               not
            
             
               Kings
               famous
               and
               renownd
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Sihon
               th'
               Amorites
               King
               :
            
             
               For
               His
               grace
               lasteth
               ever
               .
            
             
               Og
               also
               who
               did
               reign
            
             
               The
               land
               of
               Bashan
               over
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Their
               land
               by
               lot
               He
               gave
               ,
            
             
               For
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               ,
            
             
               That
               Israel
               might
               it
               have
               ,
            
             
               In
               heritage
               for
               ever
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               Who
               hath
               remembered
            
             
               Us
               ,
               in
               our
               low
               estate
               ;
            
             
               And
               us
               delivered
            
             
               From
               foes
               who
               did
               us
               hate
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Who
               to
               all
               flesh
               gives
               food
               :
            
             
               For
               His
               grace
               faileth
               never
               .
            
             
               Give
               thanks
               to
               God
               most
               good
               ,
            
             
               The
               God
               of
               heav'n
               for
               ever
               :
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXXXVII
           .
        
         
           
             BY
             Babels
             streams
             we
             sat
             ,
             and
             wept
             ,
          
           
             when
             Zion
             we
             thought
             on
             .
          
           
             In
             midst
             thereof
             we
             hang'd
             our
             harps
          
           
             the
             willow
             trees
             upon
             .
          
           
             For
             there
             a
             song
             required
             they
          
           
             who
             did
             us
             captive
             bring
             ;
          
           
             Our
             spoilers
             call'd
             for
             mirth
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             A
             song
             of
             Zion
             sing
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             how
             the
             Lords
             song
             shall
             we
             sing
          
           
             within
             a
             fora
             in
             land
             ?
          
           
             If
             thee
             Jerusalem
             I
             forget
             ,
          
           
             skill
             part
             from
             my
             right
             hand
             .
          
           
             My
             tongue
             to
             my
             mouths
             roof
             let
             cleave
             ,
          
           
             if
             I
             do
             thee
             forget
          
           
             Jerusalem
             ,
             and
             thee
             above
          
           
             my
             chief
             joy
             do
             not
             set
             .
          
        
         
           
             Remember
             Edoms
             children
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             who
             in
             Jerusalems
             day
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             unto
             its
             foundation
          
           
             raze
             ,
             raze
             it
             quite
             ,
             did
             say
             .
          
           
             O
             daughter
             thou
             of
             Babylon
             ,
          
           
             near
             to
             destruction
             ,
          
           
           
             Blest
             shall
             he
             be
             that
             thee
             rewards
             ,
          
           
             as
             thou
             to
             us
             hast
             done
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yea
             ,
             happy
             surely
             shall
             he
             be
             ,
          
           
             thy
             tender
             little
             ones
          
           
             VVho
             shall
             lay
             hold
             upon
             ,
             and
             them
          
           
             shall
             dash
             against
             the
             stones
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXXVIII
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             THee
             will
             I
             praise
             with
             all
             my
             heart
             ,
          
           
             I
             will
             sing
             praise
             to
             thee
          
           
             Before
             the
             gods
             :
             And
             worship
             will
          
           
             toward
             thy
             Sanctuarie
             .
          
           
             I
             'le
             praise
             thy
             Name
             ,
             ev'n
             for
             thy
             truth
             ,
          
           
             and
             kindnesse
             of
             thy
             love
             :
          
           
             For
             thou
             thy
             word
             hast
             magnifi'd
          
           
             all
             thy
             great
             Name
             above
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             didst
             me
             answer
             in
             the
             day
          
           
             when
             I
             to
             thee
             did
             cry
             :
          
           
             And
             thou
             my
             fainting
             soul
             with
             strength
          
           
             didst
             strengthen
             inwardly
             .
          
           
             All
             Kings
             upon
             the
             earth
             that
             are
             ,
          
           
             shall
             give
             thee
             praise
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             When
             as
             they
             from
             thy
             mouth
             shall
             hear
          
           
             thy
             true
             and
             faithfull
             word
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yea
             ,
             in
             the
             righteous
             ways
             of
             God
          
           
             with
             gladnesse
             they
             shall
             sing
             :
          
           
             For
             great
             's
             the
             Glory
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             who
             doth
             for
             ever
             reign
             .
          
           
             Though
             God
             be
             hie
             ,
             yet
             He
             respects
          
           
             all
             those
             that
             lowly
             be
             ;
          
           
             VVhereas
             the
             proud
             and
             lofty
             ones
          
           
             afar
             off
             knoweth
             He.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             Though
             I
             in
             midst
             of
             trouble
             walk
             ,
          
           
             I
             life
             from
             thee
             shall
             have
             ,
          
           
             '
             Gainst
             my
             foes
             wrath
             thou'lt
             stretch
             thine
             hand
             ,
          
           
             thy
             right
             hand
             shall
             me
             save
             .
          
           
             Surely
             that
             which
             concerneth
             me
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lord
             will
             perfect
             make
             :
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             still
             thy
             mercy
             lasts
             ,
             Do
             not
          
           
             thine
             own
             hands
             works
             forsake
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXXXIX
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             thou
             hast
             me
             search'd
             and
             known
             .
          
           
             Thou
             knowst
             my
             sitting
             down
             ,
          
           
             And
             rising
             up
             ;
             yea
             ,
             all
             my
             thoughts
          
           
             afar
             to
             thee
             are
             known
             .
          
           
             My
             footsteps
             ,
             and
             my
             lying
             down
          
           
             thou
             compassest
             alwayes
             ;
          
           
             Thou
             also
             most
             intirely
             art
          
           
             acquaint
             with
             all
             my
             wayes
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             in
             my
             tongue
             ,
             before
             I
             speak
             ,
          
           
             not
             any
             word
             can
             be
             ,
          
           
             But
             altogether
             ,
             lo
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             it
             is
             well
             known
             to
             thee
             .
          
           
             Behinde
             ,
             before
             ,
             thou
             hast
             beset
             ,
          
           
             and
             laid
             on
             me
             thy
             hand
             .
          
           
             Such
             knowledge
             is
             too
             strange
             for
             me
             ,
          
           
             too
             high
             to
             understand
             .
          
        
         
           
             From
             thy
             sp'rit
             whither
             shall
             I
             go
             ?
          
           
             or
             from
             thy
             presence
             fly
             ?
          
           
             Ascend
             I
             heav'n
             ,
             lo
             ,
             thou
             art
             there
             ;
          
           
             there
             if
             in
             hell
             I
             ly
             .
          
           
             Take
             I
             the
             mornings
             wings
             ,
             and
             dwell
          
           
             in
             utmost
             parts
             of
             sea
             :
          
           
             Ev'n
             there
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             shall
             thy
             hand
             me
             lead
             ,
          
           
             thy
             right
             hand
             hold
             shall
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             If
             I
             do
             say
             ,
             that
             darknesse
             shall
          
           
             me
             cover
             from
             thy
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Then
             surely
             shall
             the
             very
             night
          
           
             about
             me
             be
             as
             light
             .
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             darknesse
             hideth
             not
             from
             thee
             ,
          
           
             but
             night
             doth
             shine
             as
             day
             :
          
           
             To
             thee
             the
             darknesse
             and
             the
             light
          
           
             are
             both
             alike
             alway
             ,
          
        
         
           
             For
             thou
             possessed
             hast
             my
             reins
             ,
          
           
             and
             thou
             hast
             covered
             me
             ,
          
           
             When
             I
             within
             my
             mothers
             womb
          
           
             inclosed
             was
             by
             thee
             ,
          
           
             Thee
             will
             I
             praise
             ,
             for
             fearfully
          
           
             and
             strangely
             made
             I
             am
             ;
          
           
             Thy
             works
             are
             marvelous
             ,
             and
             right
             well
          
           
             my
             soul
             doth
             know
             the
             same
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             substance
             was
             not
             hid
             from
             thee
             ,
          
           
             when
             as
             in
             secret
             I
          
           
             Was
             made
             ,
             and
             in
             earths
             lowest
             parts
          
           
             was
             wrought
             most
             curiously
             .
          
           
             Thine
             eyes
             my
             substance
             did
             behold
             ,
          
           
             yet
             being
             unperfite
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             volume
             of
             thy
             book
          
           
             my
             members
             all
             were
             writ
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Which
             after
             in
             continuance
          
           
             were
             fashion'd
             every
             one
             ,
          
           
             When
             as
             they
             yet
             all
             shapelesse
             were
             ,
          
           
             and
             of
             them
             there
             was
             none
             .
          
           
             How
             precious
             also
             are
             thy
             thoughts
          
           
             O
             gracious
             God
             ,
             to
             me
             ?
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             summe
             how
             passing
             great
          
           
             and
             numberlesse
             they
             be
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             If
             I
             should
             count
             them
             ,
             then
             the
             sand
          
           
             they
             more
             in
             number
             be
             :
          
           
             VVhat
             time
             soever
             I
             awake
             ,
          
           
             I
             ever
             am
             with
             thee
             .
          
           
             Thou
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             wilt
             sure
             the
             wicked
             slay
             :
          
           
             hence
             from
             me
             bloudy
             men
             .
          
           
             Thy
             foes
             against
             thee
             lewdly
             speak
             ,
          
           
             and
             take
             thy
             Name
             in
             vain
             .
          
        
         
           
             Do
             not
             I
             hate
             all
             those
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             that
             hatred
             bear
             to
             thee
             ?
          
           
             VVith
             those
             that
             up
             against
             thee
             rise
          
           
             can
             I
             but
             grieved
             be
             ?
          
           
             VVith
             perfect
             hatred
             them
             I
             hate
             ,
          
           
             my
             foes
             I
             them
             do
             hold
             .
          
           
             Search
             me
             ,
             O
             God
             ,
             and
             know
             my
             heart
             ,
          
           
             try
             me
             my
             thoughts
             unfold
             :
          
        
         
           
             And
             see
             if
             any
             wicked
             way
          
           
             there
             be
             at
             all
             in
             me
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             thine
             everlasting
             way
          
           
             to
             me
             a
             leader
             be
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXL
          
           .
           To
           the
           chief
           musician
           ,
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             LOrd
             ,
             from
             the
             ill
             and
             froward
             man
          
           
             give
             me
             deliverance
             ,
          
           
             And
             do
             thou
             safe
             preserve
             me
             ,
             from
          
           
             the
             man
             of
             violence
             .
          
           
             VVho
             in
             their
             heart
             mischievous
             things
          
           
             are
             meditating
             ever
             ;
          
           
             And
             they
             for
             war
             assembled
             are
          
           
             continually
             together
             .
          
        
         
           
             Much
             like
             unto
             a
             serpents
             tongue
          
           
             their
             tongues
             they
             sharp
             do
             make
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             underneath
             their
             lips
             there
             lyes
          
           
             the
             poyson
             of
             a
             snake
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             keep
             me
             from
             the
             wickeds
             hands
             ,
          
           
             from
             violent
             men
             me
             save
             ;
          
           
             VVho
             ,
             utterly
             to
             overthrow
          
           
             my
             goings
             ,
             purpos'd
             have
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             proud
             for
             me
             a
             snare
             have
             hid
             ,
          
           
             and
             cords
             ,
             yea
             they
             a
             net
          
           
             Have
             by
             the
             way
             side
             for
             me
             spread
             ,
          
           
             they
             grins
             for
             me
             have
             set
             .
          
           
             I
             said
             unto
             the
             Lord
             ,
             Thou
             art
          
           
             my
             God
             :
             unto
             the
             cry
          
           
             Of
             all
             my
             supplications
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             do
             thine
             ear
             apply
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             God
             the
             Lord
             ,
             who
             art
             the
             strength
          
           
             of
             my
             salvation
             ,
          
           
             A
             covering
             in
             the
             day
             of
             war
          
           
             my
             head
             thou
             hast
             put
             on
             .
          
           
             Unto
             the
             wicked
             man
             ,
             O
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             his
             wishes
             do
             not
             grant
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             further
             thou
             his
             ill
             device
             ,
          
           
             lest
             they
             themselves
             should
             vaunt
             .
          
        
         
           
             As
             for
             the
             head
             and
             chief
             of
             those
          
           
             about
             that
             compasse
             me
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             by
             the
             mischief
             of
             their
             lips
          
           
             let
             thou
             them
             covered
             be
             .
          
           
             Let
             burning
             coals
             upon
             them
             fall
             ,
          
           
             them
             throw
             in
             fiery
             flame
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             deep
             pits
             ,
             that
             they
             no
             more
          
           
             may
             rise
             out
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             not
             an
             evill-speaker
             be
          
           
             on
             earth
             established
             :
          
           
           
             Mischief
             shall
             hunt
             the
             violent
             man
          
           
             till
             he
             be
             ruined
             .
          
           
             I
             know
             God
             will
             th'afflicteds
             cause
          
           
             maintain
             ,
             and
             poor
             mens
             right
             .
          
           
             Surely
             the
             just
             shall
             praise
             thy
             Name
             ,
          
           
             th'upright
             dwell
             in
             thy
             sight
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXLI
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Lord
             ,
             I
             unto
             thee
             do
             cry
             ,
          
           
             do
             thou
             make
             haste
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             give
             an
             ear
             unto
             my
             voice
             ,
          
           
             when
             I
             cry
             unto
             thee
             .
          
           
             As
             incense
             let
             my
             prayer
             be
          
           
             directed
             in
             thine
             eyes
             ;
          
           
             And
             the
             uplifting
             of
             my
             hands
          
           
             as
             th'ev'ning
             sacrifice
             .
          
        
         
           
             Set
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             a
             watch
             before
             my
             mouth
             ,
          
           
             keep
             of
             my
             lips
             the
             door
             .
          
           
             My
             heart
             incline
             thou
             not
             unto
          
           
             the
             ills
             I
             should
             abhor
             ,
          
           
             To
             practise
             wicked
             works
             with
             men
          
           
             that
             work
             iniquitie
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             their
             delicates
             my
             taste
          
           
             let
             me
             not
             satisfie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             him
             that
             righteous
             is
             me
             smite
             ,
          
           
             it
             shall
             a
             kindnesse
             be
             ;
          
           
             Let
             him
             reprove
             ,
             I
             shall
             it
             count
          
           
             a
             precious
             oyl
             to
             me
             :
          
           
             Such
             smiting
             shall
             not
             break
             my
             head
             :
          
           
             for
             yet
             the
             time
             shall
             fall
             ,
          
           
             VVhen
             I
             in
             their
             calamities
          
           
             to
             God
             pray
             for
             them
             shall
             .
          
        
         
           
             VVhen
             as
             their
             Judges
             down
             shall
             be
          
           
           
             in
             stony
             places
             cast
             ,
          
           
             Then
             shall
             they
             hear
             my
             words
             ,
             for
             they
          
           
             shall
             sweet
             be
             to
             their
             taste
             .
          
           
             About
             the
             graves
             devouring
             mouth
          
           
             our
             bones
             are
             scattered
             round
             ,
          
           
             As
             wood
             ,
             which
             men
             do
             cut
             and
             cleave
             ,
          
           
             lyes
             scattered
             on
             the
             ground
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             unto
             thee
             ,
             O
             God
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             mine
             eyes
             uplifted
             be
             :
          
           
             My
             soul
             do
             not
             leave
             destitute
             ,
          
           
             my
             trust
             is
             set
             on
             thee
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             keep
             me
             safely
             from
             the
             snare
             ,
          
           
             which
             they
             for
             me
             prepare
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             subtile
             grinnes
             of
             them
             ,
          
           
             that
             wicked
             workers
             are
             .
          
        
         
           
             Let
             workers
             of
             iniquity
          
           
             into
             their
             own
             nets
             fall
             ,
          
           
             VVhilst
             I
             do
             by
             thine
             help
             escape
          
           
             the
             danger
             of
             them
             all
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXLXII
          
           .
           Maschil
           of
           David
           :
           a
           prayer
           when
           he
           was
           in
           the
           cave
           .
        
         
           
             I
             with
             my
             voice
             cry'd
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             with
             it
             made
             my
             request
             :
          
           
             Pour'd
             out
             to
             Him
             my
             plaint
             ,
             to
             Him
          
           
             my
             trouble
             I
             exprest
             .
          
           
             VVhen
             in
             me
             was
             o'rewhelm'd
             my
             sp'rit
             ,
          
           
             then
             well
             thou
             knew'st
             my
             way
             :
          
           
             VVhere
             I
             did
             walk
             ,
             a
             snare
             for
             me
          
           
             they
             privily
             did
             lay
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             look'd
             on
             my
             right
             hand
             ,
             and
             view'd
             ,
          
           
             but
             none
             to
             know
             me
             were
             ;
          
           
           
             All
             refuge
             failed
             me
             ,
             no
             man
          
           
             did
             for
             my
             soul
             take
             care
             .
          
           
             I
             cry'd
             to
             thee
             ,
             I
             said
             ,
             Thou
             art
          
           
             my
             refuge
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             alone
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             land
             of
             those
             that
             live
          
           
             thou
             art
             my
             portion
             .
          
        
         
           
             Because
             I
             am
             brought
             very
             low
             ,
          
           
             attend
             unto
             my
             cry
             ;
          
           
             Me
             from
             my
             persecuters
             save
             ,
          
           
             who
             stronger
             are
             then
             I.
          
           
             From
             prison
             bring
             my
             soul
             ,
             that
             I
          
           
             thy
             Name
             may
             glorify
             :
          
           
             The
             just
             shall
             compasse
             me
             ,
             when
             thou
          
           
             with
             me
             dealst
             bounteously
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
               PSAL.
               CXLIII
            
             .
             A
             Psalm
             of
             David
             .
          
           
             
               LOrd
               ,
               hear
               my
               pray'r
               ,
               attend
               my
               suits
            
             
               and
               in
               thy
               faithfulnesse
            
             
               Give
               thou
               an
               answer
               unto
               me
               ,
            
             
               and
               in
               thy
               righteousnesse
               .
            
             
               Thy
               servant
               also
               bring
               thou
               not
            
             
               in
               judgement
               to
               be
               try'd
               ;
            
             
               Because
               no
               living
               man
               can
               be
            
             
               in
               thy
               sight
               justify'd
               ,
            
          
           
             
               For
               th'
               enemy
               hath
               pursu'd
               my
               soul
               ,
            
             
               my
               life
               to
               ground
               down
               tread
               :
            
             
               In
               darknesse
               he
               hath
               made
               me
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               as
               who
               have
               long
               been
               dead
               .
            
             
               My
               sprit
               is
               therefore
               overwhelm'd
            
             
               in
               me
               ,
               perplexedly
               ;
            
             
               VVithin
               me
               is
               my
               very
               heart
            
             
               amazed
               wondrously
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               call
               to
               minde
               the
               dayes
               of
               old
               ,
            
             
               to
               meditate
               I
               use
            
             
               On
               all
               thy
               works
               ;
               upon
               the
               deeds
            
             
               I
               ,
               of
               thy
               hands
               ,
               do
               muse
               .
            
             
               My
               hands
               to
               thee
               I
               stretch
               :
               my
               soul
            
             
               thirsts
               ,
               as
               dry
               land
               ,
               for
               thee
               .
            
             
               Haste
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               to
               hear
               ,
               my
               spirit
               fails
               ,
            
             
               hide
               not
               thy
               face
               from
               me
               :
            
          
           
             
               Lest
               like
               to
               them
               I
               do
               become
               ,
            
             
               that
               go
               down
               to
               the
               dust
               .
            
             
               At
               morn
               let
               me
               thy
               kindnesse
               hear
               ,
            
             
               for
               in
               thee
               do
               I
               trust
               .
            
             
               Teach
               me
               the
               way
               that
               I
               should
               walk
               ,
            
             
               I
               lift
               my
               soul
               to
               thee
               .
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               free
               me
               from
               my
               foes
               ,
               I
               fly
            
             
               to
               thee
               ,
               to
               cover
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Because
               thou
               art
               my
               God
               ,
               to
               do
            
             
               thy
               will
               do
               me
               instruct
               :
            
             
               Thy
               sp'rit
               is
               good
               ,
               me
               to
               the
               land
            
             
               of
               uprightnesse
               conduct
               .
            
             
               Revive
               and
               quicken
               me
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               ev'n
               for
               thine
               own
               Names
               sake
               :
            
             
               And
               do
               thou
               ,
               for
               thy
               righteousnesse
               ,
            
             
               my
               soul
               from
               trouble
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               of
               thy
               mercy
               slay
               my
               foes
               ;
            
             
               let
               all
               destroyed
               be
            
             
               That
               do
               afflict
               my
               soul
               ,
               for
               I
            
             
               a
               servant
               am
               to
               thee
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               OH
               ,
               hear
               my
               prayer
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               unto
               my
               desire
            
             
               To
               bow
               thine
               ear
               accord
               ,
            
             
               I
               humbly
               thee
               require
               :
            
             
             
               And
               in
               thy
               faithfulnesse
            
             
               Unto
               me
               answer
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               thy
               righteousnesse
            
             
               Upon
               me
               pity
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               judgement
               enter
               not
            
             
               VVith
               me
               thy
               servant
               poor
               :
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               this
               well
               I
               wot
               ,
            
             
               No
               sinner
               can
               endure
            
             
               The
               sight
               of
               thee
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
            
             
               If
               thou
               his
               deeds
               shalt
               try
               ,
            
             
               He
               dare
               make
               none
               abode
            
             
               Himself
               to
               justifie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Behold
               the
               cruell
               foe
            
             
               Me
               persecutes
               with
               spight
               ,
            
             
               My
               soul
               to
               overthrow
               :
            
             
               Yea
               he
               my
               life
               down
               quite
            
             
               Unto
               the
               ground
               hath
               smote
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               me
               dwell
               full
               low
            
             
               In
               darknesse
               ,
               as
               forgot
               ,
            
             
               Or
               men
               dead
               long
               ago
               .
            
          
           
             
               Therefore
               ,
               my
               sprit
               much
               vext
            
             
               O'rewhelm'd
               is
               me
               within
               ;
            
             
               My
               heart
               right
               sore
               perplext
               ,
            
             
               And
               desolate
               hath
               bin
               .
            
             
               Yet
               I
               do
               call
               to
               mind
            
             
               VVhat
               ancient
               dayes
               record
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               works
               of
               every
               kinde
            
             
               I
               think
               upon
               ,
               O
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
               Lo
               ,
               I
               do
               stretch
               my
               hands
            
             
               To
               thee
               my
               help
               alone
               ,
            
             
               For
               thou
               well
               understands
            
             
               All
               my
               complaint
               and
               mone
               :
            
             
             
               My
               thirsting
               soul
               desires
               ,
            
             
               And
               longeth
               after
               Thee
               ,
            
             
               As
               thirsty
               ground
               requires
            
             
               VVith
               rain
               refresht
               to
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               ,
               let
               my
               pray'r
               prevail
               ,
            
             
               To
               answer
               it
               make
               speed
               ,
            
             
               For
               lo
               ,
               my
               sp'rit
               doth
               fail
               ;
            
             
               Hide
               not
               thy
               face
               in
               need
               ,
            
             
               Left
               I
               be
               like
               to
               those
               .
            
             
               That
               do
               in
               darknesse
               sit
               .
            
             
               Or
               him
               that
               downward
               goes
            
             
               Into
               the
               dreadfull
               pit
               .
            
          
           
             
               Because
               I
               trust
               in
               thee
               ,
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               cause
               me
               to
               hear
            
             
               Thy
               loving
               kindnesse
               free
               ,
            
             
               When
               morning
               doth
               appear
               :
            
             
               Cause
               me
               to
               know
               the
               way
            
             
               Wherein
               my
               path
               should
               be
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               my
               soul
               on
               hie
            
             
               I
               do
               lift
               up
               to
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               my
               fierce
               enemie
            
             
               In
               safetie
               do
               me
               guide
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               fly
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               that
               thou
               mayst
               me
               hide
               .
            
             
               My
               God
               alone
               art
               thou
               ,
            
             
               Teach
               me
               thy
               righteousnesse
               :
            
             
               Thy
               sp'rit's
               good
               ,
               lead
               me
               to
            
             
               The
               land
               of
               uprightnesse
               ,
            
          
           
             
               O
               Lord
               for
               thy
               Names
               sake
               ,
            
             
               Be
               pleas'd
               to
               quicken
               me
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               thy
               truth
               ,
               forth
               take
            
             
               My
               soul
               from
               miserie
               .
            
             
             
               And
               of
               thy
               grace
               destroy
            
             
               My
               foes
               ,
               and
               put
               to
               shame
            
             
               All
               who
               my
               soul
               annoy
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               thy
               servant
               am
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXLIV
          
           .
           A
           Psalm
           of
           David
           .
        
         
           
             O
             Blessed
             ever
             be
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             who
             is
             my
             strength
             and
             might
             ,
          
           
             Who
             doth
             instruct
             my
             hands
             to
             war
             ,
          
           
             my
             fingers
             teach
             to
             fight
             .
          
           
             My
             goodnesse
             ,
             fortresse
             ,
             my
             high
             tow'r
             ,
          
           
             deliverer
             ,
             and
             shield
             ,
          
           
             In
             whom
             I
             trust
             ;
             who
             under
             me
          
           
             my
             people
             makes
             to
             yeeld
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lord
             ,
             what
             is
             man
             ,
             that
             thou
             of
             him
          
           
             dost
             so
             much
             knowledge
             take
             ?
          
           
             Or
             son
             of
             man
             ,
             that
             thou
             of
             him
          
           
             so
             great
             account
             dost
             make
             ?
          
           
             Man
             is
             like
             vanity
             :
             his
             dayes
             ,
          
           
             as
             shadows
             ,
             passe
             away
             .
          
           
             Lord
             ▪
             bow
             thy
             heav'ns
             come
             down
             ,
             touch
             thou
          
           
             the
             hils
             ,
             and
             smoke
             shall
             they
             .
          
        
         
           
             Cast
             forth
             thy
             lightning
             ,
             scatter
             them
             :
          
           
             thine
             arrows
             shoot
             ,
             them
             rout
             .
          
           
             Thine
             hand
             send
             from
             above
             me
             save
             ,
          
           
             from
             great
             depths
             draw
             me
             out
             :
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             hand
             of
             children
             strange
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             mouth
             speaks
             vanity
             :
          
           
             And
             their
             right
             hand
             is
             a
             right
             hand
          
           
             that
             works
             deceitfully
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             new
             song
             I
             to
             thee
             will
             sing
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             ,
             on
             a
             psalterie
             ;
          
           
           
             I
             ,
             on
             a
             ten-string'd
             instrument
             ,
          
           
             will
             praises
             sing
             to
             thee
             .
          
           
             Ev'n
             He
             it
             is
             ,
             that
             unto
             Kings
          
           
             salvation
             doth
             send
             :
          
           
             Who
             His
             own
             servant
             David
             doth
          
           
             from
             hurtfull
             sword
             defend
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             free
             me
             from
             strange
             childrens
             hands
             ,
          
           
             whose
             mouth
             speaks
             vanity
             ;
          
           
             And
             their
             right
             hand
             a
             right
             hand
             is
             ,
          
           
             that
             works
             deceitfully
             .
          
           
             That
             as
             the
             plants
             our
             sons
             may
             be
          
           
             in
             youth
             grown
             up
             that
             are
             ;
          
           
             Our
             daughters
             like
             to
             corner
             stones
          
           
             cary'd
             like
             a
             palace
             fair
             .
          
        
         
           
             That
             to
             afford
             all
             kinde
             of
             store
          
           
             our
             garners
             may
             be
             fill'd
             ;
          
           
             That
             our
             sheep
             thousands
             ,
             in
             our
             streets
          
           
             ten
             thousands
             they
             may
             yeeld
             .
          
           
             That
             strong
             our
             oxen
             be
             for
             work
             ,
          
           
             that
             no
             in-breaking
             be
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             going
             out
             ,
             and
             that
             our
             streets
          
           
             may
             from
             complaints
             be
             free
             .
          
        
         
           
             Those
             people
             blessed
             are
             ,
             who
             be
          
           
             in
             such
             a
             case
             as
             this
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             blessed
             all
             those
             people
             are
             ,
          
           
             whose
             God
             JEHOVAH
             is
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
               PSAL.
               CXLV
               .
               Davids
            
             psalm
             of
             praise
             .
          
           
             
               I
               'le
               thee
               extoll
               ,
               my
               God
               ,
               O
               King
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               blesse
               thy
               Name
               alwayes
               :
            
             
               Thee
               will
               I
               blesse
               each
               day
               ,
               and
               will
            
             
               thy
               Name
               for
               ever
               praise
               .
            
             
             
               Great
               is
               the
               Lord
               ,
               much
               to
               be
               prais'd
               ,
            
             
               His
               greatnesse
               search
               exceeds
               ,
            
             
               Race
               unto
               race
               shall
               praise
               thy
               works
               ,
            
             
               and
               show
               thy
               mighty
               deeds
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               of
               thy
               glorious
               Majesty
            
             
               the
               Honour
               will
               record
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               speak
               of
               all
               thy
               mighty
               works
               ,
            
             
               which
               wondrous
               are
               ,
               O
               Lord.
            
             
               Men
               of
               thine
               acts
               the
               might
               shall
               show
               ,
            
             
               thine
               acts
               ,
               that
               dreadfull
               are
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               ,
               thy
               Glory
               to
               advance
               ,
            
             
               thy
               Greatnesse
               will
               declare
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               memory
               of
               thy
               goodnesse
               great
            
             
               they
               largely
               shall
               expresse
               :
            
             
               With
               songs
               of
               praise
               they
               shall
               extoll
            
             
               thy
               perfect
               righteousnesse
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               is
               very
               gracious
               ,
            
             
               in
               him
               compassions
               flow
               ,
            
             
               In
               mercy
               He
               is
               very
               great
               ,
            
             
               and
               is
               to
               anger
               slow
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lord
               JEHOVAH
               unto
               all
            
             
               His
               goodnesse
               doth
               declare
               :
            
             
               And
               over
               all
               His
               other
               works
            
             
               His
               tender
               mercies
               are
               ,
            
             
               Thee
               all
               thy
               works
               shall
               praise
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               and
               thee
               thy
               saints
               shall
               blesse
               .
            
             
               They
               shall
               thy
               Kingdoms
               glory
               show
               ,
            
             
               thy
               pow'r
               by
               speech
               expresse
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               make
               the
               sons
               of
               men
               to
               know
            
             
               His
               acts
               done
               mightily
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               His
               Kingdom
               th'excellent
            
             
               and
               glorious
               Majesty
               .
            
             
               Thy
               Kingdom
               shall
               for
               ever
               stand
               ,
            
             
             
               thy
               reign
               through
               ages
               all
               .
            
             
               God
               raiseth
               all
               that
               are
               bow'd
               down
               ,
            
             
               upholdeth
               all
               that
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               eyes
               of
               all
               things
               wait
               on
               thee
               ,
            
             
               the
               giver
               of
               all
               good
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               in
               time
               convenient
            
             
               bestows
               on
               them
               their
               food
               .
            
             
               Thy
               hand
               thou
               openest
               liberally
               ,
            
             
               and
               of
               thy
               bounty
               gives
            
             
               Enough
               to
               satisfie
               the
               need
            
             
               of
               every
               thing
               that
               lives
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lord
               is
               just
               in
               all
               his
               ways
               ;
            
             
               Holy
               ,
               in
               his
               works
               all
               .
            
             
               God's
               near
               to
               all
               that
               call
               on
               him
               ,
            
             
               in
               truth
               that
               on
               him
               call
               .
            
             
               He
               will
               accomplish
               the
               desire
            
             
               of
               those
               that
               do
               him
               fear
               :
            
             
               He
               also
               will
               deliver
               them
               ,
            
             
               and
               he
               their
               cry
               will
               hear
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lord
               preserves
               all
               who
               Him
               love
               ,
            
             
               that
               nought
               can
               them
               annoy
               :
            
             
               But
               he
               all
               those
               that
               wicked
               are
            
             
               will
               utterly
               destroy
               .
            
             
               My
               mouth
               the
               praises
               of
               the
               Lord
            
             
               to
               publish
               ,
               cease
               shall
               never
               :
            
             
               Let
               all
               flesh
               blesse
               his
               Holy
               Name
            
             
               for
               ever
               and
               for
               ever
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               that
               art
               my
               God
               and
               King
               ,
            
             
               Thee
               will
               I
               magnifie
               and
               praise
               :
            
             
               I
               will
               thee
               blesse
               ,
               and
               gladly
               sing
            
             
               Unto
               thy
               holy
               Name
               alwayes
               .
            
             
             
               Each
               day
               I
               rise
               ,
               I
               will
               thee
               blesse
               ,
            
             
               And
               praise
               thy
               Name
               time
               without
               end
               .
            
             
               Much
               to
               be
               prais'd
               ,
               and
               great
               God
               is
               ,
            
             
               His
               Greatnesse
               none
               can
               comprehend
               .
            
          
           
             
               Race
               shall
               thy
               works
               praise
               unto
               race
               ,
            
             
               The
               mighty
               acts
               show
               ,
               done
               by
               thee
               .
            
             
               I
               will
               speak
               of
               the
               glorious
               grace
               ,
            
             
               And
               honour
               of
               thy
               Majestie
               :
            
             
               Thy
               wondrous
               works
               I
               wil
               record
               .
            
             
               By
               men
               the
               Might
               shall
               be
               extold
            
             
               Of
               all
               thy
               dreadfull
               acts
               ,
               O
               Lord
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               thy
               greatnesse
               will
               unfold
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               utter
               shall
               abundantly
            
             
               The
               memory
               of
               thy
               goodnesse
               great
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               sing
               praises
               cheerfully
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               they
               thy
               righteousnes
               relate
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               our
               God
               is
               gracious
               ,
            
             
               Compassionat
               is
               he
               also
               ,
            
             
               In
               mercy
               he
               is
               plenteous
               ,
            
             
               But
               unto
               wrath
               and
               anger
               slow
               .
            
          
           
             
               Good
               unto
               all
               men
               is
               the
               Lord
               :
            
             
               O're
               all
               his
               works
               his
               mercy
               is
               .
            
             
               Thy
               works
               all
               praise
               to
               thee
               afford
               :
            
             
               Thy
               saints
               ,
               O
               Lord
               thy
               Name
               shall
               blesse
               .
            
             
               The
               glory
               of
               thy
               Kingdom
               show
            
             
               Shall
               they
               ,
               and
               of
               thy
               power
               tell
               .
            
             
               That
               so
               mens
               sons
               his
               deeds
               may
               know
               ,
            
             
               His
               Kingdoms
               grace
               that
               doth
               excell
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thy
               Kingdom
               hath
               none
               end
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               It
               doth
               through
               ages
               all
               remain
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               upholdeth
               all
               that
               fall
               ,
            
             
               The
               cast-down
               raiseth
               up
               again
               .
            
             
             
               The
               eyes
               of
               all
               things
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               attend
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               thee
               wait
               ,
               that
               here
               do
               live
               :
            
             
               And
               thou
               in
               season
               due
               dost
               send
            
             
               Sufficient
               food
               them
               to
               relieve
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yea
               ,
               thou
               thine
               hand
               dost
               open
               wide
               ,
            
             
               And
               every
               thing
               dost
               satisfie
               ,
            
             
               That
               lives
               ,
               and
               doth
               on
               earth
               abide
               ,
            
             
               Of
               thy
               great
               liberalitie
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               is
               just
               in
               his
               wayes
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               holy
               in
               his
               works
               each
               one
               .
            
             
               He
               's
               near
               to
               all
               that
               on
               him
               call
               ,
            
             
               Who
               call
               in
               truth
               on
               him
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               God
               will
               the
               just
               desire
               fulfill
            
             
               Of
               such
               as
               do
               him
               fear
               and
               dread
               :
            
             
               Their
               cry
               regard
               ,
               and
               hear
               he
               will
               ,
            
             
               And
               save
               them
               in
               the
               time
               of
               need
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               preserves
               all
               ,
               more
               and
               lesse
               ,
            
             
               That
               bear
               to
               him
               a
               loving
               heart
               :
            
             
               But
               workers
               all
               of
               wickednesse
            
             
               Destroy
               will
               he
               ,
               and
               clean
               subvert
               .
            
          
           
             
               Therefore
               my
               mouth
               and
               lips
               I
               'le
               frame
            
             
               To
               speak
               the
               praises
               of
               the
               Lord
               :
            
             
               To
               magnifie
               his
               holy
               Name
            
             
               For
               ever
               let
               all
               flesh
               accord
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXLVI
           .
        
         
           
             PRaise
             God
             :
             the
             Lord
             praise
             ,
             O
             my
             soul
             .
          
           
             I
             'le
             praise
             God
             while
             I
             live
             :
          
           
             While
             I
             have
             being
             ,
             to
             my
             God
          
           
             in
             songs
             I
             'le
             praises
             give
             .
          
           
             Trust
             not
             in
             Princes
             ,
             nor
             mans
             son
             ,
          
           
             in
             whom
             there
             is
             no
             stay
             :
          
           
             His
             breath
             departs
             ,
             to
             's
             earth
             he
             turns
             ,
          
           
             that
             day
             his
             thoughts
             decay
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             O
             happy
             is
             that
             man
             and
             blest
             ,
          
           
             whom
             Jacobs
             God
             doth
             aid
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             hope
             upon
             the
             Lord
             doth
             rest
             ,
          
           
             and
             on
             his
             God
             is
             staid
          
           
             VVho
             made
             the
             earth
             and
             heavens
             high
             ,
          
           
             who
             made
             the
             swelling
             deep
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             that
             is
             within
             the
             same
             :
          
           
             who
             truth
             doth
             ever
             keep
             :
          
        
         
           
             VVho
             righteous
             judgement
             executes
          
           
             for
             those
             opprest
             that
             be
             ;
          
           
             VVho
             to
             the
             hungry
             giveth
             food
             ,
          
           
             God
             sets
             the
             prisoners
             free
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             doth
             give
             the
             blinde
             their
             sight
             ,
          
           
             the
             bowel
             down
             doth
             raise
             :
          
           
             The
             Lord
             doth
             dearly
             love
             all
             those
          
           
             that
             walk
             in
             upright
             wayes
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             strangers
             shield
             ,
             the
             widows
             stay
             ▪
          
           
             the
             orphans
             help
             is
             he
             :
          
           
             But
             yet
             by
             him
             the
             wickeds
             way
          
           
             turn'd
             upside-down
             shall
             be
             .
          
           
             The
             Lord
             shall
             reign
             for
             evermore
             ,
          
           
             thy
             God
             ,
             O
             Zion
             ,
             He
          
           
             Reigns
             to
             all
             generations
             .
          
           
             Praise
             to
             the
             Lord
             give
             ye
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXLVII
           .
        
         
           
             PRaise
             ye
             the
             Lord
             :
             for
             it
             is
             good
          
           
             praise
             to
             our
             God
             to
             sing
             :
          
           
             For
             it
             is
             pleasant
             ,
             and
             to
             praise
          
           
             it
             is
             a
             comely
             thing
             .
          
           
             God
             doth
             build
             up
             Jerusalem
             :
          
           
             and
             He
             it
             is
             alone
          
           
             That
             the
             disperst
             of
             Israel
          
           
             doth
             gather
             into
             one
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Those
             ,
             that
             are
             broken
             in
             their
             hearts
             ,
          
           
             and
             grieved
             in
             their
             mindes
             ,
          
           
             He
             healeth
             ,
             and
             their
             painfull
             wounds
          
           
             he
             tenderly
             up
             bindes
             .
          
           
             He
             counts
             the
             number
             of
             the
             stars
             ,
          
           
             he
             names
             them
             every
             one
             .
          
           
             Great
             is
             our
             Lord
             ,
             and
             of
             great
             pow'r
             :
          
           
             his
             wisdom
             search
             can
             none
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             lifts
             up
             the
             meek
             ,
             and
             casts
          
           
             the
             wicked
             to
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
             Sing
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             give
             him
             thanks
             ,
          
           
             on
             harp
             his
             praises
             sound
             :
          
           
             Who
             covereth
             the
             heaven
             with
             clouds
             ,
          
           
             who
             for
             the
             earth
             below
          
           
             Prepareth
             rain
             ,
             who
             maketh
             grasse
          
           
             upon
             the
             mountains
             grow
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             gives
             the
             beast
             his
             food
             he
             feeds
          
           
             the
             ravens
             young
             ,
             that
             cry
             .
          
           
             His
             pleasure
             not
             in
             horses
             strength
             ,
          
           
             nor
             in
             mans
             legs
             doth
             ly
             :
          
           
             But
             in
             all
             those
             ,
             that
             do
             him
             fear
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lord
             doth
             pleasure
             take
             ,
          
           
             In
             those
             that
             to
             his
             mercy
             do
          
           
             by
             hope
             themselves
             betake
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             praise
             ,
             O
             Jerusalem
             ;
          
           
             Zion
             ,
             thy
             God
             confesse
             :
          
           
             For
             thy
             gates
             bars
             he
             maketh
             strong
             ,
          
           
             thy
             sons
             in
             thee
             doth
             blesse
             .
          
           
             He
             in
             thy
             borders
             maketh
             peace
             :
          
           
             with
             fine
             wheat
             filleth
             thee
             .
          
           
             He
             sends
             forth
             his
             command
             on
             earth
             ,
          
           
             his
             word
             runs
             speedilie
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Hoar
             frost
             ,
             like
             ashes
             ,
             scattereth
             he
             :
          
           
             like
             wool
             he
             snow
             doth
             give
             :
          
           
             Like
             morsels
             casteth
             forth
             his
             yee
             ;
          
           
             who
             in
             its
             cold
             can
             live
             ?
          
           
             He
             sendeth
             forth
             his
             mighty
             word
             ,
          
           
             and
             melteth
             them
             again
             :
          
           
             His
             windes
             he
             makes
             to
             blow
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             the
             waters
             flow
             amain
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             doctrine
             of
             his
             holy
             word
          
           
             to
             Jacob
             he
             doth
             show
             ;
          
           
             His
             statutes
             and
             his
             judgements
             He
          
           
             gives
             Israel
             to
             know
             .
          
           
             To
             any
             nation
             never
             He
          
           
             such
             favour
             did
             afford
             :
          
           
             For
             they
             his
             judgements
             have
             not
             known
             .
          
           
             O
             do
             ye
             praise
             the
             Lord.
             
          
        
      
       
         
           
             PSAL.
             CXLVIII
             .
          
           
             
               PRaise
               God.
               From
               heavens
               praise
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               in
               heights
               praise
               to
               Him
               be
               .
            
             
               All
               ye
               his
               Angels
               praise
               ye
               Him
               ,
            
             
               his
               hosts
               all
               praise
               Him
               ye
               .
            
             
               O
               praise
               ye
               Him
               both
               Sun
               and
               Moon
               ,
            
             
               praise
               Him
               all
               stars
               of
               light
               .
            
             
               Ye
               heav'ns
               of
               heav'ns
               Him
               praise
               ,
               and
               flouds
            
             
               above
               the
               heavens
               height
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               all
               the
               creatures
               praise
               the
               Name
            
             
               of
               our
               Almighty
               Lord
               :
            
             
               For
               he
               commanded
               ,
               and
               they
               were
            
             
               created
               by
               his
               word
               .
            
             
               He
               also
               ,
               for
               all
               times
               to
               come
               ,
            
             
               hath
               them
               establisht
               sure
               :
            
             
               He
               hath
               appointed
               them
               a
               Law
               ,
            
             
               which
               ever
               shall
               endure
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Praise
               ye
               JEHOVAH
               from
               the
               earth
               ,
            
             
               dragons
               ,
               and
               every
               deep
               :
            
             
               Fire
               ,
               hail
               ,
               snow
               ,
               vapour
               ,
               stormy
               winde
               ,
            
             
               his
               word
               that
               fully
               keep
               .
            
             
               All
               hills
               and
               mountains
               ,
               fruitfull
               trees
               ,
            
             
               and
               all
               ye
               cedars
               hy
               .
            
             
               Beasts
               ,
               and
               all
               cattell
               creeping
               things
               ,
            
             
               and
               all
               ye
               birds
               that
               fly
               .
            
          
           
             
               Kings
               of
               the
               earth
               ,
               all
               Nations
               ,
            
             
               Princes
               ,
               earths
               Judges
               all
               .
            
             
               Both
               young
               men
               ,
               yea
               ,
               and
               maidens
               too
               ,
            
             
               old
               men
               ,
               and
               children
               small
               .
            
             
               Let
               them
               Gods
               Name
               praise
               :
               for
               his
               Name
            
             
               alone
               is
               excellent
               :
            
             
               His
               glory
               reacheth
               far
               above
            
             
               the
               earth
               ,
               and
               firmament
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               peoples
               horn
               ,
               The
               praise
               of
               all
            
             
               his
               saints
               exalteth
               He
            
             
               Ev'n
               Israels
               seed
               ,
               a
               people
               near
            
             
               to
               Him.
               The
               Lord
               praise
               ye
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             
               THe
               Lord
               of
               heav'n
               confesse
               ,
            
             
               On
               high
               his
               glories
               raise
               .
            
             
               Him
               let
               all
               Angels
               blesse
               ,
            
             
               Him
               all
               his
               armies
               praise
               .
            
             
               Him
               glorifie
            
             
               Sun
               ,
               Moon
               ,
               and
               Stars
               :
            
             
               Ye
               higher
               Spheres
               ,
            
             
               And
               cloudie
               sky
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               God
               your
               beings
               are
               ,
            
             
               Him
               therefore
               famous
               make
               :
            
             
               You
               all
               created
               were
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               the
               word
               but
               spake
               .
            
             
             
               And
               from
               that
               place
               ,
            
             
               Where
               sixt
               you
               be
            
             
               By
               his
               decree
               ,
            
             
               You
               cannot
               passe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Praise
               God
               from
               earth
               below
               ,
            
             
               Ye
               dragons
               ,
               and
               ye
               deeps
               :
            
             
               Fire
               ,
               hail
               ,
               clouds
               ,
               winde
               and
               snow
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               in
               command
               He
               keeps
               .
            
             
               Praise
               ye
               his
               Name
            
             
               Hills
               great
               and
               small
               ,
            
             
               Trees
               low
               and
               tall
               :
            
             
               Beasts
               wilde
               and
               tame
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               things
               that
               creep
               or
               fly
               :
            
             
               Ye
               Kings
               ,
               ye
               vulgar
               throng
               ,
            
             
               All
               Princes
               mean
               or
               hie
               .
            
             
               Both
               men
               and
               virgins
               young
               ,
            
             
               Ev'n
               young
               and
               old
               ,
            
             
               Exalt
               his
               Name
               ,
            
             
               For
               much
               his
               fame
            
             
               Should
               be
               extold
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               let
               Gods
               Name
               be
               prais'd
            
             
               Above
               both
               earth
               and
               sky
               :
            
             
               For
               He
               his
               saints
               hath
               rais'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               their
               horn
               on
               hy
               ;
            
             
               Ev'n
               those
               that
               be
            
             
               Of
               Israels
               race
            
             
               Near
               to
               his
               grace
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               praise
               ye
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           PSAL.
           CXLIX
           .
        
         
           
             PRaise
             ye
             the
             Lord
             :
             unto
             Him
             sing
          
           
             a
             new
             song
             ,
             and
             his
             praise
          
           
             In
             the
             assembly
             of
             his
             saints
          
           
             in
             sweet
             Psalms
             do
             ye
             raise
             .
          
           
           
             Let
             Israel
             in
             his
             Maker
             joy
             ,
          
           
             and
             to
             Him
             praises
             sing
             :
          
           
             Let
             all
             ,
             that
             Zions
             children
             are
             ,
          
           
             be
             joyfull
             in
             their
             King.
             
          
        
         
           
             O
             let
             them
             unto
             his
             great
             Name
          
           
             give
             praises
             in
             the
             dance
             :
          
           
             Let
             them
             with
             timbrel
             and
             with
             harp
          
           
             in
             songs
             his
             praise
             advance
             .
          
           
             For
             God
             doth
             pleasure
             take
             in
             those
          
           
             that
             his
             own
             people
             be
             :
          
           
             And
             He
             with
             his
             salvation
          
           
             the
             meek
             will
             beautifie
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             in
             his
             glory
             excellent
          
           
             let
             all
             his
             saints
             rejoice
             :
          
           
             Let
             them
             to
             him
             upon
             their
             beds
          
           
             aloud
             lift
             up
             their
             voice
             .
          
           
             Let
             in
             their
             mouth
             aloft
             be
             rais'd
          
           
             the
             high
             praise
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             them
             have
             in
             their
             right
             hand
          
           
             a
             sharp
             two-edged
             sword
             :
          
        
         
           
             To
             execute
             the
             vengeance
             due
          
           
             upon
             the
             heathen
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             deserved
             punishment
          
           
             upon
             the
             people
             fall
             .
          
           
             And
             ev'n
             with
             chains
             as
             prisoners
             ,
             binde
          
           
             their
             Kings
             that
             them
             command
             ,
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             and
             with
             iron
             fetters
             strong
          
           
             the
             nobles
             of
             their
             land
             .
          
        
         
           
             On
             them
             the
             judgement
             to
             perform
          
           
             found
             written
             in
             his
             word
             :
          
           
             This
             honour
             is
             to
             all
             his
             saints
             .
          
           
             O
             do
             ye
             praise
             the
             Lord.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           PSAL.
           CL.
           
        
         
           
             PRaise
             ye
             the
             Lord
             :
             Gods
             praise
             ,
             within
          
           
             his
             Sanctuary
             raise
             :
          
           
             And
             to
             Him
             in
             the
             firmament
          
           
             of
             his
             pow'r
             give
             ye
             praise
             .
          
           
             Because
             of
             all
             his
             mighty
             acts
          
           
             with
             praise
             Him
             magnifie
             :
          
           
             O
             praise
             Him
             ,
             as
             he
             doth
             excell
          
           
             in
             glorious
             Majestie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Praise
             Him
             with
             Trumpets
             sound
             ,
             his
             praise
          
           
             with
             Psaltery
             advance
             :
          
           
             With
             Timbrel
             ,
             Harp
             ,
             string'd
             instruments
             ,
          
           
             and
             Organs
             ,
             in
             the
             dance
             .
          
           
             Praise
             Him
             on
             Cymbals
             loud
             ,
             Him
             praise
          
           
             on
             Cymbals
             sounding
             hie
             .
          
           
             Let
             each
             thing
             breathing
             praise
             the
             Lord.
          
           
             Praise
             to
             the
             Lord
             give
             ye
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           An
           Index
           to
           finde
           any
           Psalm
           of
           the
           Book
           ,
           whereof
           ye
           have
           the
           first
           line
           .
           
             The
             first
             figure
             showeth
             the
             number
             of
             the
             Psalm
             :
             The
             second
             the
             number
             of
             the
             Page
             .
          
        
         
           
             A.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               47
               ALl
               people
               clap
               your
               hands
               Page
               .
               90
            
             
               Psalm
               51
               After
               thy
               loving
               kindnesse
               Page
               .
               100
            
             
               Psalm
               66
               All
               lands
               to
               God
               in
               joyfull
               sounds
               Page
               .
               124
            
             
               Psalm
               78
               Attend
               my
               people
               to
               my
               Law
               Page
               .
               154
            
             
               Psalm
               100
               All
               people
               that
               on
               earth
               do
               dwell
               Page
               .
               199
            
          
        
         
           
             B.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               41
               Blessed
               is
               he
               that
               wisely
               doth
               Page
               .
               77
            
             
               Psalm
               57
               Be
               mercifull
               to
               me
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               Page
               .
               110
            
             
               Psalm
               104
               Blesse
               God
               ,
               my
               soul
               Page
               .
               2●0
            
             
               Psalm
               119
               Blessed
               are
               they
               that
               undefil'd
               Page
               .
               244
            
             
               Psalm
               128
               Blest
               is
               each
               one
               that
               fears
               the
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               267
            
             
               Psalm
               133
               Behold
               ,
               how
               good
               a
               thing
               it
               is
               ,
               Page
               .
               271
            
             
               Psalm
               134
               Behold
               ,
               blesse
               ye
               the
               Lord
               Page
               .
               271
            
             
               Psalm
               137
               By
               Babels
               streams
               we
               sate
               ,
               Page
               .
               289
            
          
        
         
           
             D.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               58
               Do
               ye
               ,
               O
               Congregation
               ,
               Page
               .
               1●1
            
             
               Psalm
               132
               David
               and
               his
               afflictions
               all
               Page
               .
               269
            
          
        
         
           
             E.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               127
               Except
               the
               Lord
               do
               build
               Page
               .
               266
            
          
        
         
           
             F.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               37
               For
               evill
               doers
               fret
               thou
               not
               ,
               Page
               .
               66
            
          
        
         
           
             G.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               4
               Give
               ear
               unto
               me
               when
               I
               call
               .
               Page
               .
               4
            
             
               
               Psalm
               5
               Give
               ear
               unto
               my
               words
               ,
               O
               Lord.
               Page
               .
               5
            
             
               Psalm
               29
               Give
               ye
               unto
               the
               Lord
               Page
               .
               49
            
             
               Psalm
               34
               God
               will
               I
               blesse
               all
               times
               Page
               .
               59
            
             
               Psalm
               46
               God
               is
               our
               refuge
               Page
               .
               89
            
             
               Psalm
               48
               Great
               is
               the
               Lord
               Page
               .
               91
            
             
               Psalm
               89
               Gods
               mercies
               I
               will
               ever
               sing
               ,
               Page
               .
               178
            
             
               Psalm
               97
               God
               reigneth
               let
               the
               earth
               be
               glad
               ,
               Page
               .
               196
            
             
               Psalm
               105
               Give
               thanks
               to
               God
               call
               on
               his
               Name
               ,
               Page
               .
               214
            
             
               Psalm
               106
               Give
               praise
               and
               thanks
               unto
               the
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               218
            
             
               Psalm
               136
               Give
               thanks
               to
               God
               ,
               Page
               .
               285
            
          
        
         
           
             H.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               8
               How
               excellent
               in
               all
               the
               earth
               Page
               .
               11
            
             
               Psalm
               12
               Help
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               because
               the
               godly
               man
               Page
               .
               17
            
             
               Psalm
               13
               How
               long
               wilt
               thou
               forget
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ?
               Page
               .
               18
            
             
               Psalm
               49
               Hear
               this
               all
               people
               Page
               .
               92
            
             
               Psalm
               80
               Hear
               ,
               Israels
               shepherd
               Page
               .
               164
            
             
               Psalm
               84
               How
               lovely
               is
               thy
               dwelling-place
               ,
               Page
               .
               1●0
            
             
               Psalm
               91
               He
               that
               doth
               in
               the
               secret
               place
               Page
               .
               186
            
             
               Psalm
               124
               Had
               not
               the
               Lord
               been
               on
               our
               side
               ?
               Page
               .
               263
            
          
        
         
           
             I.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               6
               In
               thy
               great
               indignation
               Page
               .
               7
            
             
               Psalm
               11
               I
               in
               the
               Lord
               do
               put
               my
               trust
               ,
               Page
               .
               16
            
             
               Psalm
               20
               Jehovah
               hear
               thee
               Page
               .
               31
            
             
               Psalm
               26
               Judge
               me
               O
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               44
            
             
               Psalm
               31
               In
               thee
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               I
               put
               my
               trust
               ,
               Page
               .
               52
            
             
               Psalm
               38
               In
               thy
               great
               indignation
               Page
               .
               71
            
             
               Psalm
               39
               I
               said
               ,
               I
               will
               look
               to
               my
               wayes
               ,
               Page
               .
               73
            
             
               Psalm
               40
               I
               waited
               for
               the
               Lord
               Page
               .
               75
            
             
               Psalm
               43
               Judge
               me
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               and
               plead
               Page
               .
               81
            
             
               Psalm
               76
               In
               Judahs
               land
               God
               is
               well
               known
               ,
               Page
               .
               150
            
             
               Psalm
               82
               In
               Gods
               assembly
               God
               doth
               stand
               ,
               Page
               .
               168
            
             
               Psalm
               101
               I
               mercy
               will
               and
               judgment
               sing
               .
               Page
               .
               200
            
             
               Psalm
               116
               I
               love
               the
               Lord
               ,
               because
               my
               voice
               Page
               .
               239
            
             
               Psalm
               120
               In
               my
               distresse
               to
               God
               I
               cry'd
               ,
               Page
               .
               261
            
             
          
        
         
           
             
               
               Psalm
               107
               Praise
               God
               ,
               for
               He
               is
               good
               Page
               .
               283
            
             
               Psalm
               111
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               234
            
             
               Psalm
               112
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               235
            
             
               Psalm
               113
               Praise
               God
               ye
               servants
               of
               the
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               236
            
             
               Psalm
               135
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               ,
               the
               Lords
               Name
               Page
               .
               272
            
             
               Psalm
               146
               Praise
               God
               :
               the
               Lord
               praise
               ,
               Page
               .
               295
            
             
               Psalm
               147
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               :
               Page
               .
               296
            
             
               Psalm
               148
               Praise
               God.
               From
               heavens
               Page
               .
               298
            
             
               Psalm
               149
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               :
               Page
               .
               300
            
             
               Psalm
               150
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               302
            
          
        
         
           
             S.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               54
               Save
               me
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               Page
               .
               105
            
             
               Psalm
               56
               Shew
               mercy
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               108
            
             
               Psalm
               69
               Save
               me
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               because
               the
               flouds
               Page
               .
               132
            
             
               Psalm
               81
               Sing
               loud
               to
               God
               our
               strength
               Page
               .
               166
            
          
        
         
           
             T.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               1
               That
               man
               hath
               perfect
               blessednesse
               Page
               .
               1
            
             
               Psalm
               14
               That
               there
               is
               not
               a
               God
               Page
               .
               19
            
             
               Psalm
               18
               Thee
               will
               I
               love
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               24
            
             
               Psalm
               19
               The
               heavens
               Gods
               glory
               do
               declare
               ,
               Page
               .
               30
            
             
               Psalm
               21
               The
               King
               in
               thy
               great
               strength
               Page
               .
               32
            
             
               Psalm
               23
               The
               Lord
               's
               my
               shepherd
               Page
               .
               38
            
             
               Psalm
               24
               The
               earth
               belongs
               unto
               the
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               38
            
             
               Psalm
               25
               To
               thee
               I
               lift
               my
               soul
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               42
            
             
               Psalm
               27
               The
               Lord
               's
               my
               light
               Page
               .
               46
            
             
               Psalm
               28
               To
               thee
               I
               'le
               cry
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               my
               Rock
               ,
               Page
               .
               48
            
             
               Psalm
               36
               The
               whicked
               mans
               transgression
               Page
               .
               65
            
             
               Psalm
               50
               The
               mighty
               God
               the
               Lord
               Page
               .
               95
            
             
               Psalm
               50
               The
               mighty
               God
               the
               Lord
               Page
               .
               97
            
             
               Psalm
               53
               That
               there
               is
               not
               a
               God
               Page
               .
               104
            
             
               Psalm
               75
               To
               thee
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               do
               we
               give
               thanks
               Page
               .
               149
            
             
               Psalm
               92
               To
               render
               thanks
               unto
               the
               Lord
               Page
               .
               188
            
             
               
               Psalm
               ●●
               The
               Lord
               doth
               reign
               Page
               .
               190
            
             
               
               Psalm
               ●●
               Th'
               Eternal
               Lord
               doth
               reign
               Page
               .
               198
            
             
               
               Psalm
               110
               The
               Lord
               did
               say
               unto
               my
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               233
            
             
               Psalm
               125
               They
               in
               the
               Lord
               that
               firmly
               trust
               ,
               Page
               .
               265
            
             
               Psalm
               138
               Thee
               will
               I
               praise
               with
               all
               my
               heart
               ,
               Page
               .
               290
            
          
        
         
           
             W.
             U.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               2
               Why
               rage
               the
               Heathen
               ?
               Page
               .
               2
            
             
               Psalm
               10
               Wherefore
               is
               it
               ,
               that
               thou
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               14
            
             
               Psalm
               15
               Within
               thy
               Tabernacle
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               Page
               .
               20
            
             
               Psalm
               52
               Why
               dost
               thou
               boast
               Page
               .
               103
            
             
               Psalm
               64
               When
               I
               to
               thee
               my
               prayer
               make
               Page
               .
               121
            
             
               Psalm
               77
               Unto
               the
               Lord
               I
               with
               my
               voice
               Page
               .
               151
            
             
               Psalm
               87
               Upon
               the
               hills
               of
               holinesse
               Page
               .
               175
            
             
               Psalm
               124
               When
               Israel
               out
               of
               Aegypt
               went
               Page
               .
               237
            
             
               Psalm
               126
               When
               Zions
               bondage
               God
               turn'd
               back
               Page
               .
               266
            
          
        
         
           
             Y.
             
          
           
             
               Psalm
               33
               Ye
               righteous
               in
               the
               Lord
               rejoyce
               Page
               .
               57
            
             
               Psalm
               73
               Yet
               God
               is
               good
               to
               Israel
               Page
               .
               142
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .