PSALM II.

WHY rage the heathen? and vain things
Why do the people mind?

2 Kings of the earth do set themselves,
And princes are combin'd,
To plot against the Lord, and his
Anointed, saying thus,

3 Let us asunder break their bands,
And cast their cords from us.

4 He that in heaven sits shall laugh;
The Lord shall scorn them all.
5 Then shall he speak to them in wrath,
In rage he vex them shall.

6 Yet, notwithstanding, I have him
To be my King appointed;
And over Sion, my holy hill,
I have him King anointed.

7 The sure decree I will declare;
The Lord hath said to me,
Thou art mine only Son; this day
I have begotten thee.
8 Ask of me, and for heritage
The heathen I'll make thine;
And, for possession, I to thee
Will give earth's utmost line.
9 Thou shalt, as with a weighty rod
Of iron, break them all;
And, as a potter's sherd, thou shalt
Them dash in pieces small.
10 Now therefore, kings, be wise: be
Ye judges of the earth:

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11 Serve God in fear, and see that ye
Join trembling with your mixth
12 Kiss ye the Son, lest in his ire
Ye perish from the way,

If once his wrath begin to burn:
Bless'd all that on him stay.
PSALM 1II.
LORD, how are my foes increas'd?
Against me many rise.

2 Many say of my soul, For him
In God no succour lies,

3 Yet thou my shield and glory art, Th' uplifter of mine head.

4 I cried, and, from his holy hill, The Lord me answer made.

5 I laid me down and slept, I wak'd; For God sustained me.

6 I will not fear though thousands ten Set round against me be.

7 Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;
For thou my foes hast stroke

All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth
Of wicked men hast broke.

8 Salvation doth appertain
Unto the Lord alone:

Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore
Thy people is upon.

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My meditation weigh.

2 Hear my loud cry, my King, my God; For I to thee will pray.

3 Lord, thou shalt early hear my voice: I early will direct

My pray'r to thee; and, looking up,
An answer will expect.

4 For thou art not a God that doth
In wickedness delight;
Neither shall evil dwell with thee,
5 Nor fools stand in thy sight.
All that ill-doers are thou hat'st;
6 Cutt'st off that liars be:
The bloody and deceitful man.
Abhorred is by thee.

7 But I into thy house will come
In thine abundant grace;
And I will worship in thy fear
Toward thy holy place.

8 Because of those mine.enemies,
Lord, in thy righteousness

Do thou me lead; do thou thy way
Make straight before my face.

9 For in their mouth there is no truth,
Their inward part is ill;
Their throat's an open sepulchre,
Their tongue doth flatter still.

10 O God, destroy them; let them be
By their own counsel quell'd:
Them for their many sins cast out,
For they 'gainst thee rebell'd.
11 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 rejoice.

12 For, Lord, unto the righteous man
Thou wilt thy blessing yield:
With favour thou wilt compass him
About, as with a shield.

PSALM VI.

LORD, in thy wrath rebuke me not;
Nor in thy hot rage chasten me.
2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak:
Heal me, for my bones vexed be.
3 My soul is also vexed sore;

But, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make?
4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free;
O save me, for thy mercies' sake.

5 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?
6 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.

7 Mine eye, consum'd with grief, grows Because of all mine enemies.

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8 Hence from me, wicked workers all; For God hath heard my weeping cries. 9 God hath my supplication heard, My pray'r received graciously.

10 Sham'd and sore vex'd be all my foes, Sham'd and back turned suddenly.

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IN thy great indignation,

O Lord, rebuke me not;

Nor on me lay thy chast'ning hand, In thy displeasure hot.

My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord,

How long stay wilt thou make?

4 Return, Lord, free my soul; and save Me, for thy mercies' sake.

5 Because of thee in death there shall
No more remembrance be:
Of those that in the grave do lie,
Who shall give thanks to thee?

6 I with my groaning weary am,
And all the night my bed

I

caused for to swim; with tears

My couch 1 watered.

7 By reason of my vexing grief
Mine eye consumed is;

It waxeth old, because of all
That be mine enemies.

8 But now, depart from me all ye
That work iniquity:

For why? the Lord hath heard my voice When I did mourn and cry.

9 Unto my supplication

The Lord did hearing give: When I to him my prayer make,

The Lord will it receive.

10 Let all be sham'd and troubled sore, That en'mies are to me;

Let them turn back, and suddenly
Ashamed let them be.

PSALM VII.

LORD my God, in thee do I
My confidence repose:
Save and deliver me from all
My persecuting foes;

2 Lest that the enemy my soul
Should, like a lion, tear,
In pieces rending it, while there
Is no deliverer.

3 0 Lord my God, if it be so
That I committed this;
If it be so that in my hands
Iniquity there is:

4 If Irewarded ill to him

That was at peace with me; (Yea, ev'n the man that without cause My foe was I did free ;)

5 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.

6 Rise in thy wrath, Lord, raise thyself.
For my foes raging be;
And, to the judgment which thou hast
Commanded, wake for me,

7 So shall th' assembly of thy folk
About encompass thee:

Thou, therefore, for their sakes, return
Unto thy place on high.

8 The Lord he shall the people judge;
My judge, JEHOVAH, be,
After my righteousness, and mine
Integrity in me.

9 0 let the wicked's malice end;
But stablish stedfastly
The righteous: for the righteous God
The hearts and reins doth try.
10 In God, who saves th' upright in heart
Is my defence and stay.
11 God just men judgeth, God is wroth
With ill men ev'ry day.

12 If he do not return again,

Then he his sword will whet;
His bow he hath already bent,
And hath it ready set:

13 He also hath for him prepar'd
Against the persecutors he
The instruments of death;
His shafts ordained hath.
14 Behold, he with iniquity
Doth travail, as in birth;
A mischief he conceived hath,
And falsehood shall bring forth.
15 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.

16 Upon his own head his mischief
Shall be returned home;