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THE PREFACE IT was the Complaint of a Person no less eminent in the Church of England , then Dr. Don , Dean of St. Paul's , that the Psalms of King David , I mean as they were translated into English Metre in his time , and by that means being adapted to the Vulgar Tunes , were made a considerable Part of the Publick Worship , should be admitted into the Church in such an undecent and unmannerly Dress . That Great Person , who himself expressing his own Thoughts and Notions with so much Rapture and Sublimity , must certainly be deem'd a competent Judge , in his Poem upon the Translation of the Psalms by Sir Philip Sidney and his Sister the Countess of Pembrook , cannot forbear condoling the Misfortune of these Celestial Hymns , so rudely handl'd by other Pens . Says he , The Songs are these , which Heav'ns High Holy Muse Whisper'd to David , David to the Jews : And David's Successors in Holy Zeal , In Forms of Joy and Art do re-reveal To us so sweetly , and sincerely too , That I must not rejoice as I would do , When I behold that these Psalms are become So well attir'd abroad , so ill at home ; So well in Chambers , in thy Church so ill , As I can scarce call that reform'd , untIl This be reform'd — Since the Death of Dr. Donne , several Persons have attempted to redress this Grievance with more Zeal then good Success ; for Zeal and Poetry are two different Inspirations that do not always accompany one another . Men may be good Men , eloquent Divines , most excellent Preachers , yet but very bad Poets . Sandys of later times , and Buchanan before him , both adventur'd to imp their Muses Wings with Cherubims Feathers , and suffer 'em to expatiate in the Tempes of Fancy and Exuberancy ; yet Cowley in his Preface to his Pindaric Odes , ranges both those Great Men among those that have not hit the Mark. For , says He , All the Translators of the Psalms of David , even Mr. Sands Himself ( for in despite of Popular Error , I will be bold not to Except him ) are so far from doing Honour , or at least Justice to that Divine Poet , that , methinks , they revile him worse then Shimei . And Buchanan himself , who much the best of them all , and indeed a great Person , comes , in my Opinon , no less short of David , then his Country does of Judea . And the Reason of this he gives to be , because that none of these People have sought to supply the lost Excellencies of another Language , with new ones in their own . To this I cannot forbear adding , That all the Translations which I have hitherto seen since his time , are equally as guilty of their Predecessors Faults , and are so far from supplying us with the Excellencies of our Language , that where they are forc'd , for their conveniency , to gloss upon the Sense of the Text , they rather deform the Granduer of the Sacred Authors's Style with flat and insipid Notions of their own , and Expressions no less improper , mean , and vulgar . They fetch in Rhimes by the Head and Shoulders like so many obstinate Delinquents , and bind 'em with the Chains of Impropriety ànd Incongruity to Words and Sentences altogether forc'd and foreign from the true Signification : and all this , to patch up a Clink i' the Close . And while they pretend to be Reformers of others , sin against the very Idiom of the Language which they pretend to be Masters of . Unrivall'd , of which the Translators N. B. and N. T. seem to be proud off , is an Epithite by no means proper for God : And Incarnate , ten times worse for the Messiah . For Incarnate is a word more frequently taken in an ill then a good Sense . We say of Women that are continually Brawling and Scolding , that they are Devils Incarnate . And therefore Words that admit of a twofold and dubious Signification , are to be carefully avoided in a Sacred Translation . Their Cadences , which ought to fall with the greatest ease and softness imaginable , are harsh and violent , rather like the Shogs and Rubs of Carts and Coaches against the Posts i' the Street , then natural Closes . Of this number are The feather'd Throng , spoken of Birds . His rains from Heav'n parch'd Hills recruite ; and Storms , the swift wing'd Steeds with which he flies . Really , not good Sense . And make the angry Sea comply — Let all the World , O Lord , combine , to praise , &c. Then shall the Teeming Ground a large Increase disclose — These Expressions will serve in a Ballad , but there is nothing of Flight , nothing of Curiosity in ' em . Of the same nature are , A thousand dewy Sweats distill'd — Thy word unseal'd the Springs — You who the Lord adore , your Vows before him lay — Thy ratling Thunders roard around — As Floods through ancient Forrests roar , or Mountain Shrubs surprize — God for their Diet finds a way — When great they seem , like some large Cloak , let shame be round 'em rould — But enough of these Blunders in General , little superiour to Hopkins and Sternhold : for they do so Scaturire , that it would almost require a Transcription of the whole to repeat 'em all . In short , the Poetry , more especially N. B. and N. T 's is very ordinary , and insipid , not to be call'd Poetry ; the Contexture nothing better then Linsey Woolsey , and the Stuffing meer Thrums . To come to particulars , I would fain know how N. B. and N. T. could pick out of these words , Beterem javinou Sirothekem Atad , in the 58th . Psalm , Ante spinae Vestrae crescant in Rhamnum , this piece of ill sounding and spropositous Sense , E're Thorns can make the Fleshpots Boyl ; 't was certainly before Dinner ; For I cannot see the least ground in the words for such a Pye Corner Expression . In the 95th . Psalm the Text runs thus , Ki El Gadol Jehova , ou melek Gadol gnal Col Elohim . Quia Deus Magnus Jehova , & rex Magnus super omnes Deus . These words N. B. and N. T. thus Translate . For God the Lord , enthron'd in State , Is with unrival'd Glory great , A King Superiour far to all , Whom by his Title God we call . Here are no less then two Blunders to supply the conciseness of the Text ; unrivall'd Glory , hardly warrantable ; whom by his Title God we call , of which there is nothing at all in the Text ; only it was a hard Shift which might have been supply'd with much better words . These occurr'd to the first Glances of my Eye , and I was unwilling to examin any farther for fear of meeting many more . I shall say nothing farther at present of their Translation , but that it is too full of He'ls and He 's , deformities not to be endur'd in true and elegant Poetry . As for the Psalms that have lately appear'd under the Name of Mr. Milbourn , they may be truly said to be his : For the whole is an exuberant Paraphrase , with little of David in it ; insomuch that they may be rightly call'd David's Psalms in Disguise . For why should this Gentleman spend such an exuberancy of words upon only Ahsre ha Isch , in the first Psalm , Beatus Vir , A thousand Blessings crown his Head — Or how it could come into his Mind to fancy the dreadful Sound of the last Trumpet in the word Mischphat , which signifies in that place no more then an Assembly , which is plain from its being coupled with the word Gnadath , which signifies Caetus . Or lastly , how could he extract such an effluvium from the first words of the second Psalm , Lummat Ragschou Goiim , ou leummim yehegou Rik . God's wife Decrees are fix'd and strong As his Eternal Throne ; Why then should Heathen Fools so long His Sacred Power disown ? Vain are their hopes , vain every thought , And all their words are vain , For what Gods mighty Hands have wrought , God's mighty Hands maintain . What is this to the Purpose ? nothing I 'm sure to the Text : And besides the Elegancy of the double expostulation is lost . Such Paraphrases as these rather mislead then Instruct . And therefore Benedicat Deus operi & Authori. Paraphrases are nothing to our Business . There is in the last place a small Specimen printed for the Company of Stationers for the reforming of old Sternhold and Hopkins , but it begins so unfortunately , that I dàre be bold to assert , that the Honour of reforming those Authors is not reserv'd for that Gentleman . For the first Psalm instead of being reform'd is render'd ten times worse then it was before . There is such a Hysteron Proteron in the two first Lines , that stumsently bles you at the very Threshold , and presently calls for a Candle to light you to the Sence . The Man is blest , by ill advice , To walk , who doth forbear . The rest is much of the same Form and Stile ; from whence we may safely conclude , that the Expressions of Sternhold and Hopkins are too beggarly already to want any more Patching . It may be objected in defence of these Gentlemen , that they condescend to a mean and vulgar way of expressing themselves , for the better understanding of the Common People , and in complyance with their Capacities . But whose fault is that , the People are no better taught ? At least I am sure it would be much more for the Honour of the Publick Worship that they should be better instructed , then to sing the Praises of God in undecent and incongruous Language . 'T is the General Opinion , that the Psalms of David , in their Original Beauty were the most exalted Productions of a divine and soaring Genius , and withal , the Perfection of the Hebrew Idiome , and that they were inrich'd with a Copious and Eloquent Conciseness which our Modern Languages cannot reach , without the help of Paraphrase and Circumlocutions . However those two Assistances are very warily to be made use of ; by no means too profusely ; yet so as to supply the vacuums of our own Language with those Beauties of the English Idiom , which come the nearest to the Grandeur of Style and Meaning of the Author : And to this a due Consideration of the Subject of the Psalm , and the Occasion of the Author's writing it , and the Connexion and Coherence of the Sentences will very much contribute . 'T is true that there are some of these Psalms that are written with a plainness befitting the Subjects of Penitence , Prayer and Confession . On the other side , there are others so truly Poetical , and full of sublime Rapture , that if they be not follow'd with a Spirit and a Fancy in some measure adequate , they must of necessity loose their Luster . Seeing therefore that Specimens are come into the Mode , and that so many have so good an Opinion of themselves as to believe their Offerings worthy of the Publick View , I thought it now my time to be not Semper Auditor tantum , especially having by me so many as I have of David's Psalms , some long since Translated , and others of ● later Date . I know I shall not wait for Censure , having adventur'd to pass my Judgment so freely upon others . But for that , my Years and Education may in some measure bear me out . The Method which I took , that I might avoid the Rock which others had dash'd against , was in the first place to throw off the Shackles of Rhime , a weight that lyes a little too heavy upon Fancy and Invention , but which I would never be a Slave to . In the next place , I had the Assistance of the Original it self , the Latin , and Greek Versions , together with the Chaldee Paraphrase , all which I examin'd with the best Judgment I had . Nor was I without the two English Translations , not refusing to look upon Sternhold and Hopkins , sometimes , whether by accident or no , not far distant sometimes from the Point . As for my Talent in Poetry , I leave that with the rest for others to judge of : Only this I must add , that whoever he be , who has not that Talent in some measure above N. B. and N. T. whatever his other Properties or Perfections are , shall never obtain much Credit by Translating David's Psalms . I will not insist upon the Vse and Benefit of the Singing Psalms in Churches , which would savour too much of inclining to Self-interest . 'T is sufficiedt for me , that the Church of England has approv'd the Custome , and given 'em admission into their Congregations . And truly , since the Voices of the People are so much reform'd to what they have been , by the many Organs set up in several Churches in this Ciry , 't is but Reason that the Words they Sing should be reform'd as well . By whomsoever it be done , I shall not envy that Honour to the Person who does it as it should be . Nevertheless as I have shewd my self ready to serve the Publick , I should account it among the greatest Felicities of my Life if such a Work as this should Crown the end of my Days . PSALM I. BLest is the Man who in the Paths Of Sinners never stray'd ; Nor listen'd to the Scorners Charms , By wicked Counsel sway'd . But in the Law of God , the Lord , Doth place his whole Delight ; And to observe his pure Commands Doth labour Day and Night . He , shall be like a goodly Tree That by the water grows , Whose timely fruit makes early hast To ease the tender Boughs . His verdant Leaf shall never fade , But Winter's rage withstand ; For still desir'd Success shall crown Whate'er he takes in hand . But no such fixed Happiness Shall the ungodly find ; They 're like the Chaff blown from the Earth . By every gust of Wind , Nor shall the wicked dare to stand , Where God-like Justice pleads , Among the Righteous , still afraid To shew their guilty Heads , For the Omnipotent well knows The ways of righteous Men ; But in their bold career destroys The Scoffers hateful Train . PSALM II. WHY do the Heathen , drunk with rage , Such frantick uproars make ? Why do the People vain designs So vainly undertake ? The Kings and Rulers of the Earth , In deep contrivance bold , Against the Lord and David's Throne A solemn League do hold . Proudly they cry , come let us cast Their servile bands away ; Let us in sunder break their cords That bind us to obey . But he that dwells in Heav'n above , Shall laugh them all to scorn ; And in derision of their Craft , Their Plots to folly turn . Then in his wrath he shall rebuke The blindness of their ways , And in his hot Displeasure vex The remnant of their days . But he hath set his King on high , The King he always lov'd ; And fix'd his Throne on Sion Hill That never shall be mov'd . Concerning him will I declare Heav'ns firm and high Decree , Thou art my Son , he said , this day Have I begotten thee . Ask but of me , the Heathen shall Be thy Inheritance ; To every corner of the Earth Thy Empire shall advance . For they with rods of Iron bruis'd , Before thy feet shall fall ; Like Potsherds into pieces broke , So shalt thou break them all . Now therefore , O ye Kings be wise , And to my Words give ear ; And all ye Judges of the Earth My timely Precepts hear . With fear and trembling serve the Lord , Submissive to his Law ; When ye rejoce , rejoice in Him With a Religious Awe . Lest he be angry , to the Son Obedient Homage pay ; For fear ye perish , in the Paths Of Error led astray . For ye must die , if once , his Wrath Be kindl'd in his Breast ; But they that trust in him are safe , In his Protection blest . PSALM III. When David fled from his Son Absolon . O Lord , how numerous are they grown That trouble my repose , Many are they that still increase The Burthen of my Woes . Many there be that scoffing say To my disturbed Soul , His God no more shall be his Aid , Nor our Designs controul . But Thou art the secure Defence On which my hopes rely ; Thou dost my Honour still maintain , And lift my head on high . I call'd , I cry'd unto my God , When I was weak and faint ; And from his Holy Hill he heard The voice of my complaint . I laid me down , and slept secure , And safely rose again ; Regardless of my present fears , For God did me sustain . I will not their ten thousands fear , By thousands multiply'd , Tho' in the midst of all their Power Hemm'd in on every side . Arise , O God ; the Lord appears : For on the shameless Cheek They now are smitten with Reproach , That did my Ruin seek . And more to disappoint their Rage , Thy all-o'recoming Pow'r Has broke their Fangs envenom'd force , So eager to devour . Salvation thus belongs alone Unto the Lord above , Who for his People keeps in store The Blessings of his Love. PSALM IV. THou Great Defender of my Cause Unto my cries gave ear ; My God reliev'd me in Distress , And heard my humble Prayer . Proud Sons of Men , how long will you My Honour thus despise ? That please your selves in vain Designs , And wander after Lyes ? On Judah's Throne the Lord has plac'd A righteous Soveraign ; And he will surely hear my Voice , When ever I complain . With trembling then his Power confess , And strive to sin no more ; Ponder at Night upon the Deeds Ye did the Day before . In your Retirements most remote , Your treacherous hearts upbraid ; And every evil thought chastise , When on your Pillows laid . Let Justice be your Sacrifice With an unfeigned zeal ; Then hope in God , and to his Throne For mercy still appeal . Men say , that our forsaken Cause No friends will now embrace , Therefore , O King of Heav'n , unvail The Brightness of thy face . For greater joy my cheared heart Has in thy favour found , Then they had ever when their wheat And wine did most abound . Therefore will I lye down in Peace , And take my due Repose , For only from the Lord himself , My safe Protection flows . PSALM V. POnder my Words I thee implore , My mournful Words , O Lord , And also to my secret Sighs Thy gracious Ear afford ; Hearken with speed unto the sound Of my continual Cries ; For at thy Throne , my God and King , My sad Soul prostrate lies . Lord in the Morning hear my Voice , For at thy Heav'nly Gate , My early importuning Pray'rs Thy answer boldly wait . For thou art not a God that dost In wicked Works delight , While every froward friend of Sin Is banish'd from thy sight . The wayward Fool shall not enjoy the splendor of thy Face ; Those hidden Glories shine remote from their detested Race . The busie forgers of untruth shall perish undeplor'd ; Such sons of Blood and deep Deceit Thou always hast abhor'd . But I will to thy House approach , Embolden'd by thy Grace , And pay the Tribute of my Vows Within thy Holy Place . Teach me to shun those crooked Paths Wheren my Foes are led ; But in thy ways , from wandring safe , Direct me how to tread . For in their Mouths there is no truth Or care of Promise made , Corrupt within , like canker'd Flesh With rottenness decay'd . Their slanderous Throats are like the smells Of open Sepulchers ; Whose flattering Tongue in vile defence Of falshood only swears . But let their own Designs , O Lord , Their own Confusion be ; Subvert them in their heaps of Sin , Proud Rebels against Thee . But they that trust in Thee , let them Triumph for evermore , Let them rejoyce in thy defence , Who thy great Name adore . In Showers of Plenty upon them Thy Blessings shall descend ; Them shall thy Favour , like a Shield , In all distress defend . PSALM VI. OH ! do not in thy Anger , Lord , My secret Shame detect ; Nor while thy Fury yet remains , My guilty Soul correct : For I am weak , O therefore , Lord , In mercy me restore ; And with thy heav'nly Balsom heal My Bones , with trembling Sore . My heavy Soul tormented lies Opprest , with inward Grief ; My God , how long wilt Thou delay , E'er Thou afford Relief ? Return , O Lord , and my sad Soul From horrid Death defend , Oh! for thy holy Mercy 's sake , Some speedy succour send ; For who within the Cells of Death , Can praise Thee under Ground ? Or who in the Infernal Pit , Thy Wonders can resound ? Weary with groaning every Night , In Tears I bath my Bed ; And all the Day my water'd Couch Supports my drooping Head. The luster of mine Eyes is fled , By sorrow chac't a way ; Mine Eyes are sunk , to see my Foes , Now bear triumphant sway . Be gone , be gone , all ye that toil In Works of Wickedness ; Heaven's King hath heard my weeping Voice With ptomise of Redress . Pleas'd with my Prayers , the Lord receiv'd My humble Sacrifice , And soon his reconciled Ear Was open to my Cries . Now shall he so my Foes perplex , So tame their growing Pride , That they shall run with speedy flight , Their sudden Shame to hide . PSALM VII . O Lord , my God , I have repos'd My Confidence in Thee , From them that persecute my Soul Now then deliver me : Lest greedy of my guiltless Blood , They do my Soul devour , As the fierce Lyon rends the Prey Within his ravenous power . O Lord my God , if justly they Charge on me this Offence , If I have acted any Crime To stain my Innocence ; If e'er the kindness of my Friend I willingly forgate , Or rather have not saved those That bare me causeless hate ; Then let my Foes pursue my Soul , Not knowing whom to trust ; Let them tread down my Life to Earth , My Honour to the Dust . Else Lord , arise , and in thy Wrath Against my Foes appear , That thy confirmed Promises My Innocence may clear . Then shall thy People worship Thee , To quiet Peace restor'd ; Oh! therefore , for thy People's sake , Advance thy Strength , O Lord. Nor do I fear but thou wilt give Just Sentence on my side ; When Thou my clear Integrity , And Righteousness hast try'd Second Part. Confound , O Lord , ungodly Men , That vent their Spleen in vain , But guide the Just , and make thy ways Unto their Footsteps plain . For tho' the secret Bosom hides Our Thoughts from Mortal Eye ; Yet like unfolded Leaves , all Hearts Before Thee open lie . Therefore will I in God alone For Aid and Succour trust , Who stil preserves the Righteous , And still protects the just . Jehovah is a righteous Judge , And patient in his Power , Suffering the Wicked to provoke His Anger every Hour . But if the Wicked will not turn From Sin 's alluring Charms , He whets his Sword , and bends his Bow , His Sin-revenging Arms. Chas'd by such Instruments of Death , No place shall give them Rest , He makes his Arrows sharp to pierce The Persecutor's Breast . Behold , they travel all in vain Their Mischief to bring forth , For Mischief is the thing conceal'd , Tho' Folly be the Birth . Deep Pits they dig , in hopes to catch The Righteous there betray'd , But reel themselves into the Grave , For others Ruin made . For on their own forsaken Heads Their plotted Mischiefs fall ; And while they studie to revenge , Feel Vengeance first of all . Therefore with Thanks will I extol The pleader of my Right ; And his protecting Truth in Songs Of Lasting Praise recite . PSALM VIII . O Lord our God , how ought the World Thy wondrous Name to prize , For thou thy Glory hast advanc'd Above the starry Skies . The tender Babes and Sucklings crie In witness of thy Fame , And to the Heav'n-contemning Crowd Thy Providence proclaim . While I the Heav'ns behold , the work of thy Almighty Hand , The Moon and Stars in order fix'd By thy divine Command : Then deeply reasoning with my Soul , I these discourses make , Oh! what is Man , that thou hast wrought Such wonders for his sake . For little lower in degree Then happy Angels plac'd , Thou hast his Rare Seraphic Form , With Heav'nly Beauty grac'd . O're all the Works that Thou hast made He beareth lordly Sway , All Creatures with submissive Awe His ample Power obey . The profitable Sheep , and Ox , To hardy Toil decreed ; And all the Beasts that in the Field , Or in the Desart feed . The winged Fowl and lesser Fish That in the Rivers keep , With all the larger Fry that haunt The secrets of the Deep . Therefore , O Thou , o'er all the World Chief Lord and Governour , How powerful is thy wondrous Name , How wonderful thy Power ! PSALM IX . WITH my whole Heart will I sing praise Unto the Lord our God : The noble Acts which thou hast done , Will I declare abroad . I will be glad , I will rejoyce In Thee , O thou most High ! And in my Hymns thy blessed Name , For ever magnifie . For thou hast put my Enemies To ignominious flight , That they with shame before Thee fall , And languish at thy sight . Thou by thy Power hast still maintain'd my just and righteous Cause , Commanding from thy starry Throne , Obedience to thy Laws . Thou hast rebuk'd the Heathen's Rage , and wicked Men destroy'd ; Their Name is perish'd from the Earth , Of all remembrance void . Insulting Enemies ! no more Your desolations boast , For like the Cities ye laid waste , The Fame of you is lost . But he that dwells above the Stars , For evermore shall Reign ; He hath prepar'd his Royal Throne True Judgment to maintain . To all the Nations of the Earth , Will he his Truth declare , His chosen People unto Him For Justice shall repair . The sure Protector of the Poor , Will he at length appear , In time will he the sad Complaint Of their Affliction hear . And therefore they that know thy Name , Shall on thy Help depend : For still on them thy Guarding Power Ne're faileth to attend . Second Part. Sing praises therefore to the Lord That doth in Sion dwell , Unto the People all his Works In Songs of Wonder tell . He strictly searches for the Blood Of them that are opprest , And bears in mind the Poor's complaint , Until they be redrest . Have mercy on me , O my God , In pity of my grief ; Behold how near the Gates of Death I beg thy swift Relief . That rescu'd so , on Sion Hill , Thy praise I may set forth ; And thy Salvation loudly sing In Songs of sacred Mirth . Sunk are the Heathen in the Pit For others Ruin made , Their Feet are taken in the Net which they in secret laid . Oh! Justice still to be admir'd , By just Examples taught : For still the wicked dig the Snares In which themselves are caught . Headlong to the forgotten Grave , Ungodly Men descend ; Untimely Death mows down the proud , That against Heav'n contend . For always will he not forget The Poor when they complain , Nor shall the Humble in Distress , For ever wait in vain . Up Lord , and let not Man prevail ' Gainst thy Celestial might , But on the Heathen take revenge , So guilty in thy fight : Let them in dread of Thee despair , That in their deep distress They then may know themselves but Men , And Thee their Lord confess . PSALM X. WHy so far distant from us , Lord , Dost thou conceal thy Face ? Now that our Troubles most require The Comfort of thy Grace . For wicked Men , the vexed Poor Of all their Peace deprive , But Lord , confound them in the Plots Which they themselves contrive . They boast of all their Hearts desire With Power and Riches stor'd ; In friendship with the Covetous , They scom the living Lord. Such is their Pride , that after God Their Folly never sought , And hold the knowledge of his Name Not worthy of a thought . They prosper in their wicked ways , And from their scornful Eyes So far remote thy judgments are , That they thy power despise . He faith in his deceived Heart , What cause have I of dread ? For I shall never now be mov'd , Nor danger reach my Head. His Mouth is full of vile Untruth And cursed Blasphemy ; Under his Tongue Deceit and Fraud , Like poys'nous Adders lye . In private Villages he waits , To slay the Innocent ; In secret Holes his leering Eyes Against the poor are bent . He lurketh as a Lyon lurks , The humble to defeat , And merciless devours the Poor Entangl'd in his Net. With curteous Bow and lowly Cringe , He bends his treacherous Knee , Thus falls the Poor , in heaps betray'd By smooth Hypocrisie Then in his wicked Heart , saith he , God has forgot their Cries , He shall for ever vale and hide Their misery from his Eyes . Second Part. Now then arise , O God , arise , Lift up thy Potent Hand ; And succour thy afflicted Poor , That have so long complain'd . Wherefore should wicked Men blaspheme , And thus thy power despise , Their God is otherwise imploy'd Then to regard their Cries . For sure thy all surveying Eye , Their Tyrannies beheld ; Severely marking open Wrongs And Malice most conceal'd . Since therefore it remains in Thee , The Feeble to defend , To Thee the Poor commits their Cause , The Orphans only friend . Break thou the Strength of evil Men , O God , whom we adore ; Pursue their bold Impieties Until they be ho more , Then shall thy rescu'd Poor confess Thy everlasting Reign , While deep Perdition swallows up The Ungodly and Prophane . But the Petitions of the Poor , Thou wilt in Mercy hear , With thankful Hearts by thee prepar'd , To reap the Fruits of Prayer . Then shalt thou judge the Fatherless , And give the Poor his right , Nor shall the haughty Tyrant more Oppress him With his Might . PSALM XI . GOD is my Hope ; then to my Soul Why speak ye bitter words ? And say , fly to the desert Hills , Like the affrighted Birds . Behold , the Wicked bend their Bow ; And ready is the Dart , With fatal Aim directed still To pierce the Righteous Heart . All the Foundations of his Hope Are quite cast down , they cry : Lord ! what have good Men done , that they must thus forsak'n dye ? But high in Heav'n , the Immrotal God Has fix'd his Azure Throne , And thence on poor afflicted Souls In pity will look down . Thence he beholds the Ways of Men , With a discerning Eye , Approving Right , detesting Works Of bold Impiety . On them will He rain all his Plagues Together summoned up ; Brimstone and Fire , in dismal Storms , The Portion of their Cup. For God , the God of holy Truth , Will Righteous Men embrace ; And to the Just with Favour shew The brightness of his Face . PSALM XII . HElp Lord , Oh help , for godly Men Chac'd from the Earth , are fled ; The Faitful seem to lye conceal'd 'Mong the forgotten dead . The common Talk of Neighbours now , Is all but Vanity , For what their double Hearts intend , Their flattering Tongues deny . But let Dissemblers perish , Lord , From the corrupted Earth ; And the triumphing Boaster find The folly of his Mirth . Who say , that by such Tricks of State , We will our Names extoll ; Are not our Lips and Tongues our own ? Who shall our Pride controul ? When moved with the loud Complaints And Sighings of the Poor , I will arise , saith God , and them To quiet Peace restore . Nor are thy Promises , O God , Dispersed in the Wind , More pure then Silver are thy Words , Tho' many times refind . Now therefore keep thy Promise , Lord , Amd save thy chos'n Race ; For now Impiety prevails , And potent Wrong takes place . And well thou know'st when violent Men Are lofty in command , The godly languish , ill prepar'd Their fury to withstand . PSALM XIII . HOW long wilt thou forget me , Lord , In this afflicted plight ? How long wilt thou conceal from me Thy all-restoring Light ? How long shall I in deep suspence , Consult my weary Soul ? How long shall my insulting Foes Thus lawlessly controul ? Consider , Lord , and hear the Cries Which my loud Sorrows make , And least I sleep the sleep of Death , Keep thou mine Eyes awake . Least in their Triumphs thus they sing , We have prevail'd at length : Least their proud Trophies they advance , I hat have pull'd down my Strength . Yet are my Hopes in God , my King , His Fame will I advance ; And tho' forsak'n , sing of Him , For past Deliverance . PSALM XIV . THE Fool has said , there is no God ; For Men are all now grown Abominable in their Works ; Not one upright , not one . The Lord look'd down from Heav'n , and view'd Man's all-corrupted Race ; To see who would seek after Him , Or Holiness embrace . But Lord , they blindly all obey'd Blasphemous Ignorance , There was not one that gave his mind Thy Worship to advance . Vain workers of Iniquity ! That will not understand , How they like Bread my People eat , And have my Laws prophan'd But Fear shall soon surprize 'em all , When dreaming least of fear , For in defence of the Upright , Th' Almighty will appear . For they have proudly laught to scorn The Counsels of the Just ; And in derision held the Poor , That make the Lord their trust . Oh that the Lord to Israel His promise would fulfill , And send Salvation to his Church , From Sion's holy Hill. Then when thy People shall return From heavy Thraldom free , Triumphant Jacob shall rejoyce , And glad shall Israel be . PSALM XV. WHO shall inhabit , Lord of Hosts , Thy Holy Place , s0 pure ? Or whom shall Sion's sacred Towrs In fix'd repose secure ? The Man whose Life is uncorrupt , And blameless in thy sight ; Who from his Heart , the Friend of Truth , Continues still upright . Whose Tongue ne'r vented vile Reproach , His Neighbour to defame , Nor ever harbour'd false Reports To prejudice his Name . Who lowly in his own esteem Does wicked Men despise , While they that truly fear the Lord Are pretious in his Eyes . Who always faithful to perform His Vow and Covenant both , Tho' to his harm he sometime Swears , yet changes not his Oath . He that tormenteth not the Poor With griping Usury ; Nor to defeat the Innocent E'er took accursed Fee. The Man thus blameless in his Life , Of Heaven's great King belov'd , Shall prsoper in his holy Hill , And never be remov'd . PSALM XVI . THou great preserver of my Life , Continue my defence ; For in thee only , Oh my God , I fix my Confidence . My quiet Soul to God has said , Thee only I adore , Not all my heaps of treasur'd Wealth , Can add unto thy Store . But my Relief I give to them That are on Earth upright , To them in Vertue that excel , Who are my chief Delight . They shall heap sorrow on their heads Whose giddy Ignorance Thy Truth forsakes , of Idol Gods The Worship to advance . I will not of their Sacrifice In any sort partake , Nor yet so much as of their Names The smallest mention make . The Lord is my Inheritance , The Portion of my Rest ; My sacred Lot shalt thou maintain , First by thy Aid possest . In places far for Pleasure fam'd , My Lot is measur'd forth ; I have a goodly Heritage , The Garden of the Earth . Prais'd be thy Name , thy Grace inspir'd My Knowledge of thy Will ; Teaching my Slumbers in the Night Thy Precepts to fulfill . The Lord I set before me still , On whom my Hopes rely'd : While he directs my wary Steps , My Feet shall never slide . My Soul rejoic'd from Tyrant Death To be for ever free , My Flesh , in hopes of future Life , Likewise depends on thee . For sure thou wilt not leave my Soul Within the Grave asleep ; Nor let thy Holy One abide Corruption in the Deep : Rather instruct me how to find That fair and goodly way , Which leads me to those blissful seats Of never-setting Day . There , in thy Presence to behold Th' Eternal Stores os Bliss , And all those Pleasures that surround The Throne of Paradise . PSALM XVII . COnsider well my case , O Lord , And to my Cause give ear , And with thy wonted Grace attend To my unfeigned Prayer . Yea , let thy own avenging Wrath The Sentence execute ; And with an equal Eye regard The Right of my Dispute , For thou by Night didst prove my Heart , And saw st my Innocence ; For I resolv'd my wary Lips Should utter no Offence . Whate'er the wicked did advise , Thy Precepts guided me ; For led by them , I ever shun'd The Paths of Cruelty . Preserve me in thy Holy Paths , O thou most faithful Guide , That while I walk the ways of Truth , My Feet may never slide . I call'd upon thee , for said I , My God will surely hear ; Hear me , O God , and to my words Bow down thy Gracious Ear. Shew us thy wondrous Mercy , thou , The World 's great Governour , And save thy People from the Proud That spurn against thy Power . Keep me , O Lord , as thou wouldst keep The Apple of thine Eye , Under the Shadow of thy Wings Let me in Safety lye , Protected from the Hate of men That would my Life confound ; From those that greedy of my Soul Each Day beset me round . Second Part. In their own Fat and Plenty clos'd , They boast their high Success ; And pamper'd with their cursed Wealth Their Scorn of thee express . Way-laying us on every side With restless toyl , they lye ; Fixing their Eyes upon the ground Our private Steps to spie . So hunts the Lyon all the Night His hunger to allay , So hunts the eager Lyon's Whelp For his unwary Prey . Up Lord , and disappoint their Rage , And my sad Soul set free ; From thy consuming Sword , the Sword Of them that evil be . From Men , the fatal Instruments Of thy avenging Ire ; From Men that in this World possess Their cruel Heart's Desire . For whose supply the secret Earth Her treasures opens wide ; From whence their pamper'd Appetites Are duly satisfy'd . Whose Offspring greatly numerous Yet have their ample Shares , And their divided Substance leave In plenty to their Heirs . But as for me , in Righteousness Let me behold thy Face , And waking , of thy Glory full , Let me thy Love embrace . PSALM XVIII . THee will I love , O Lord , my Strength , My Rock , and my Defence , My Soul's support , my God , my Might , My only Confidence . The Shield that doth preserve my Life From frequent Dangers free ; My saving Health and Refuge still In all Adversity . The Pangs of Death environ'd me On every side distress'd ; The wicked , like the rowling Waves , To my Destruction press'd . The Chains of Death about my Life Were like a Circle thrown ; Entangl'd in the Snares of Death , My hopes were almost gone . Then did I cry unto my God , And call upon his Name , He heard my soon-admitted Voice That from his Altar came . Then trembl'd the amazed Earth , As with an Ague shook ; Their deep Foundations the high Hills With suddain fear forsook . His kindled Wrath sent forth a Cloud , Whose substance brightly burn'd ; And in his Fury Coals of Fire The Hills to Ashes turn'd , Then , the wide Arch of Heav'n he bow'd , And gloriously came down , While Darkness hover'd underneath , The Footstool of his Throne . High mounted on , the Cherubims , He pranc'd the lofty Air , While on their Wings th' obedient Winds Th' Illustrious Chariot bare . Second Part. Then in the Region of the Clouds He pitch'd his gloomy Tent , And as a Curtain round him drew The watry Firmament . But when he purpos'd that the World His Brightness should admire , Those Clouds to wondrous Meteors turn'd Of Hail and Coals of Fire . The ratling Thunder loudly then Brake through the vaulted Sky , And through the spacious Air was heard The Voice of the most High. He sent his Lightnings , and dispers'd His Foes of Succour void ; Nor ceas'd he to increase those Flames Till they were all destroy'd . Th' affrighted Sea , at his Rebuke , Her Channel then display'd ; And where the World's Foundations were In vast Abysses laid . His Angels from their starry Seats Came down by his Command ; And from the Surges of the Deep They drew me safe on Land. He sav'd me from my strongest Foes That bare me deadly Spight , Depriv'd of other Force to shun The Pressure of their Might . Prevented by their crafty Hate I saw my Ruin near ; But my Upholder was the Lord Who led me out of fear . He brought me to a spacious Place , A place of Liberty ; He brought me forth , to shew the World How much he favour'd me . According to my Righteousness The Lord did me reward , And to the pureness of my Hands His Mercy had regard . Third Part. Because I walked in the ways Most pleasing to the Lord , Nor in contempt of his Commands Forsook his Holy Word . For every Day and every Hour His Laws before me lay ; His Statutes did I not contemn , Nor vainly cast away . And in my Duty to my God I kept my self upright , Shuning those Pleasures , whose soft Charms My Frailty did invite . Therefore according to my Truth The Lord did me reward , And to the cleanness of my Hands His Favour had regard . To them that Holy are , will He As pure and Holy prove ; And be upright to the Upright That labour for his Love. He will be likewise justly true Unto the pure in Mind ; But to the Froward and Perverse As dangerously unkind . Thus to the Humble and the Poor His favour shall be shown , But as for proud and Haughty looks They shall be soon cast down . The Lord shall make my Taper yield , A clear and distant Light ; My day redawning shall no more Give way to irksome Night . For I , assisted by my God , Have mighty Hosts subdu'd ; And mounting Walls of dreadful Height , Have slain a Multitude . The ways of God are Uncorrupt ; His Faith is purely try'd ; To Mortal Men a sure defence Who in his Faith abide . For who is God besides the Lord , Our King and Governour ? And who is mighty , save our God , The Fountain of all Power ? Fourth Part. 'T is God that Girds me round with Strength , And lades me with renown ; While all my dangerous Attempts Desir'd successes Crown . He made me , for the Race of War , Then is the Roe more Fleet , And on the Highest places set My soon Victorious Feet . My hands , he teaching how to fight , Gives courage to my skill : And He enabling , my strong Arm Can break a Bow of steel . The shield of thy All-saving Might Thou gav'st me from on high , And thy Right Hand preserves me still Among the Troops that dye . When Thou in Battel for my steps Mad'st room among the slain , In Heat of all Incounters safe My feet thou didst sustain : Then I pursu'd my Enemies , And took'em in the Chace ; Nor would retire , till they were all Consum'd before my face . The wounds I gave them , soar and deep , Disabl'd 'em to rife ; Under my feet their sullen Pride Now in dishonour lyes , In Battel girded with thy strength I fought my daring Foes ; And by thy Aid fubdu'd , they fell That did my power oppose . With Broaken Limbs they groveling lay , Submissive to my will , That all my stubborn Enemies I then might save or kill ; For succour loudly then they cry'd , But there was none to save ; Ev'n to God they made their Moans , But He no Answer gave . Fifth Part. Then did I pound'em small as dust That flies before the Wind ; And trod 'em on the Ground like Clay , Despis'd of all Mankind . Thou hast preserv'd me in despite Of my contending Foes ; That still with eager Violence My Honour did oppose . And thou hast made the Heathen stoop To my subduing Sword ; Strangers that knew me not before , Now serve me , as their Lord. When they but hear my Name , they yield , Not able to withstand ; And distant Kings their proffer'd Realms Submit to my Command . Tho' far remote , in dread of Me , Their fainting hearts sink down ; They tremble in their Lurking holes , In fear of my Renown . Jehovah lives : Blest be the Rock Of my Deliverance ; And let the God of my defence His Glorious Name advance . Thou Great Preserver of my Life , Even Thou hast set me free , From those that prest my injur'd Soul ; The Sons of Cruelty . Therefore , O Lord , o're all the World Will I extol thy Fame ; And study still new Songs of Praise In Honour of thy Name ; Most tenderly dost Thou preserve Thy dear Anointed King : And wilt shew mercy to his Throne For ever flourishing . PSALM C. To the Proper Tune . Clangite Jehovae . OH all the Earth , sing loud to God , And every Region Praise his Name , Serve him with Gladness , and with Songs Extol his everlasting Fame . For know ye , that the Lord is God , He made us , and our days decreed ; We are his People , and the sheep That in his goodly pastures feed . Oh enter then his Gates with joy , And fill his Holy Courts with Praise , Give thanks to him , and bless his Name , That Name which Heav'n and Earth obeys For the free Mercies of the Lord Endure to all Eternity ; Nor does his Truth e're fail the Hopes , Of them that on his Truth relye . Another way . VVIth shouts of Joy let all the Earth The Praises of the Lord Proclaim ; With chearful Hymns and Odes resound The Adoration of his Name . For he , the Parent of the World , First made us , and our days decreed ; We are his People , and the sheep That in his goodly pastures feed . Enter his Gates with praise , and fill His Holy Courts with chearful Songs ; Extol , applaud and celebrate His Power , to whom all Power belongs . For still in an Eternal Stream , His Goodness and his mercy flow ; His Truth endures from Age to Age , The same o're all things here below . PSALM CI. Misericordiam & Judicium . MErcy and Judgment are the Theams I hat wake my tuneful strings ; Of them I sing and sing to thee Great Soveraign of Kings . Wisdom and justice are the Props That my soft Rule sustain ; Behold , since thou didst fix my Throne , The Method of my Reign . For in th' Uprightness of my heart , To Privacy restrain'd , A true Example there I walk't Of Soveraign Command . No wicked Deed my Regal Power Did meanly Countenance ; Nor fawning Falshood in my Court Did her proud Head advance . They that with sullen Envy muse Disturbances of state , I still abhor'd their vile Converse , Chief Objects of my Hate . He that with baneful slander sought , His Neighbour to enthral ; Like to the Proud , without Remorse , Did by my Justice fall . But to the Virtuous of the Land , My favour still was shewn ; Religious Officers did shine Like stars about my Throne . The fraudulent contrives of State My Councils never knew ; Them that by lyes their Pomp upheld , My Anger did pursue , Betimes will I exterminate The Wickeds growing Race ; No Harbour shall th' Ungodly find Within thy Holy Place . PSALM CXXXVII . WHen from our Country Captive led , Upon the Banks we sate , Of Babylons remoter streams , Bewailing our hard fate ; Then lofty Sions ruin'd Walls Our thoughtful woes survey'd ; Those Walls no more for us to see , All now in Ashes laid . Streight from our Eyes , grown big with tears ; A Briny Deluge fell ; Our Sobs and Sighs supprest the words That sought our Griefs to tell . Upon the pensive Willow Boughs Our Lutes untuned hung , And our neglected Harps lay by , As carelesly unstrung . Come , Captives , leave your fruitless Moans , Our taunting Spoylers cry'd , And Sing us one of Sions Songs ; But sadly we reply'd ; Ah! who can now those Airs repeat With which our Temple rang ? Who so distrest as we can sing As our blest Fathers sang ? Shall Babylon our songs deride So charming to the Ear ? Shall a Prophane and Forreign Land Our sacred Musick hear ? No , dear Jerusalem , no , no , If ever I forget Thy vast Affliction , and thy share Of misery so great , First let my nimble joynts , benum'd , Forget their Active Skill ; No more let tuneful Lute or Harp Their Artful Touches feel . First to my dry and Parched Roof My useless Tongue be glew'd , Unless thy joys , and Songs of Praise , Be once again renew'd . Lord , curse thou Edoms traiterous Race That in our ruin revell'd ; Sack , burn , destroy and kill , they cry'd , Let all be lowly levell'd . And thou , Fierce Babel , when thy Tide Of Tryumph once shall turn , Oh mayst thou then , a Victor now , Thy sadder ruin Mourn . Full happy He , who spoils thee then , As thou hast laid us wast ; And makes the tast those bitter woes Which thou hast made us tast ; Who from the wailing Mothers Breasts The tender Babes shall tear , And with their Blood the rugged Stones . And Pavements all besmeare . PSALM CXLVIII . To the Common Tune and Measure . LET Highest Heav'n extol The Praises of the Lord , And all the seats of Bliss Melodiously accord . Let Angels Praise Him with sweet Hymns ; And numerous Hosts of Seraphims . Praise him both Sun and Moon That govern Day and Night , Praise him ye lesser Stars In number infinite . The Sphears above , And Sphears below , And waters that Beyond 'em flow . Praise ye the Lord all These , Praise ye his Holy Name , The supream Architect That rear'd the wondrous Frame , He said the Word , And all was made , From times decay , Securely laid . And as in Heaven above So Praise the Lord on Earth , All Monsters which the Land And which the Sea bring forth . All Dragons fierce , And Whales that sweep The Vast Abys ses of the Deep . And all ye Meteors , The wonders of the Air ; Fire , Snow , and ratling Hail Jehova's Name revere . Tempests and Storms , And Hurricans , Performing still What He Ordains . Mountains and lesser Hills , Valleys , and Fertile Glades , Trees happy in their Fruit , Or yielding useful shades . Cedars that mount To pompous height ; And variously The Hills delight . All Creatures , Flocks and Herds That People the wide Fields ; And every creeping thing That copious Nature yields . The larger Fowl , And lesser Crouds , That Chirp and Sing Among the Woods . All Monarchs of the Earth , All Nations far and near ; Princes and Rulers too , That swelling Titles wear ; Beauty and Youth With all their Charms ; Declining Age , And Babes in Arms. Praise ye the Lord all these , And magnifie his Name , For only He alone Can our just Praises claim . So great his Fame , His Power no less , That Heav'n and Earth Do both confess . He has advanc'd in Fame The Strength of Israel , His chosen People They , Who in his Favour dwell . Therefore to Him Your Voices raise ; To Him alone Sing Praise , sing Praise . PSALM CL. Hallelujah . PRaise ye the Lord , Praise him within His Holy Residence : Extol him for the Boundless fame Of his Omnipotence . Extol him for his mighty Deeds That fill the World with Wonder ; And for the Triumphs of his Power That Numbers cannot Number . With lofty Trumpets Martial Sounds Extol his Puissance ; While the Far-ecchoing Drum Unites The Chorus in a Dance ; Praise him with Harps , and Harpsichords , With Flutes and Violins , While the Majestick Organ joyns To grace the Vocal Hymns . Praise him with Cimbals softly sweet ; Praise him with Cimbals loud , Let every Creature that has Breath Extol the Living God. FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A76624-e1370 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Judicio aut loco judicii . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Coetu Justorum . Notes for div A76624-e1750 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Osculamini filium , ne irascatur . Some of the Rabbins atttibute the ne irascatur to God the Father , and so turn it this way , Osculamini filium , ut sedet Iram putris . Simile est hoc Regi , qui ira percitus est in cives . Iuerunt igitur Cives & rogaverunt filium Regis ut sedaret iram patris . Notes for div A76624-e2420 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Gena , Maxillas . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Dentes . Notes for div A76624-e2910 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Segregavit sibi Benignum seu potius sanctum ; for the word signifies both . Notes for div A76624-e10750 Gnalab Gneschan be Affo , Ecsh Miffiou Tokel , Gechalim Baguacou mimmennou . Ascendit famus ah excandescentia tua , Ignis consumet ex ore ejus , pruinae arserunt ab●e . Notes for div A76624-e13110 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Laetitia . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Canticum laetum , sive cum clamore . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Clangite , voeifermini . These three Words denote a chearful Service of God , and n●t that morose Devotion which some are pleas'd to affect . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Comprehends all those Words . Notes for div A76624-e14060 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Dissipabit allidendo ; which can never be done , but that the Blood must sprinckle and scatter about . Notes for div A76624-e14810 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Celi Celorum , which includes the whole structure of the Heavens . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Aque quae sunt superne , vel super coelos . The Rabbins observe the Derivation of Shamaim from Shem , Illic , and Maim , Waters , because they say that Waters are there , and that the Heavens are Compos'd of Fire and Water .