He digg'd a pit, and delved it deep, His mischief, that due course doth keep, Turns on his head: and his ill trade Of violence will, undelay'd, Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise PSALM VIII. (August 14, 1653.) O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great The moon and stars, which thou so bright hast set And think'st upon him ; or, of man begot, That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than gods, thou madest his lot; With honour, and with state, thou hast him crown'd. O'er the works of thy hand thou madest him lord, Thou hast put all under his lordly feet; All flocks and herds, by thy commanding word, All beasts that in the field or forest meet, Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the wet Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth! (April, 1648.) Nine of the Psalms done into metre; wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original. PSALM LXXX. 1 THOU, Shepherd, that dost Israel keep, Who leadest like a flock of sheep That sitt'st between the cherubs bright, 2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, Awake thy strength, come, and be seen 3 Turn us again, thy grace divine 4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou, Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow, 5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears; Their bread with tears they eat ; And makest them largely drink the tears 6 A strife thou makest us, and a prey Among themselves they laugh, they play, 7 Return us, and thy grace divine, 8 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought, And drovest out nations proud and haut, 9 Thou didst prepare for it a place, And fill'd the land at last. 10 With her green shade that cover'd all, Her boughs, as high as cedars tall, 11 Her branches on the western side Down to the sea she sent, And upward to that river wide. Her other branches went. 12 Why hast thou laid her hedges low, That all may pluck her, as they go, 13 The tusked boar out of the wood Upturns it by the roots; Wild beasts there browse, and make their food 14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down 15 Visit this vine, which thy right hand And the young branch, that for thyself 16 But now it is consumed with fire, They perish at thy dreadful ire, 17 Upon the man of thy right hand 18 So shall we not go back from thee Quicken us thou, then gladly we 19 Return us, and thy grace divine, Lord God of Hosts, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. PSALM LXXXI. 1 To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King, To Jacob's God, that all may hear, 2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song, 3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon 4 This was a statute given of old For Israel to observe, A law of Jacob's God, to hold, From whence they might not swerve. 5 This he a testimony ordain'd In Joseph, not to change, When, as he pass'd through Egypt land, 6 From burden, and from slavish toil, His hands from pots, and miry soil, |