He digg'd a pit, and delved it deep,
And fell into the pit he made :
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
According to his justice raise,
And sing the name and deity
Of Jehovah the Most High.

PSALM VIII.

(August 14, 1653.) O JEHOVAh our Lord, how wondrous great

And glorious is thy name through all the earth ! So as above the heavens thy praise to set

Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou

Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow,

That bends his rage thy Providence to oppose. When I behold thy heavens, thy finger's art,

The moon and stars, which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament ; then, saith my heart,

Oh, what is man, that thou rememberest yet, 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,

Give ear in time of need ;
Who leadest like a flock of sheep

Thy loved Joseph's seed :

That sitt'st between the cherubs bright,

Between their wings outspread ;
Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,

And on our foes thy dread.
2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,

And in Manasseh's sight,
Awake thy strength, come, and be seen

To save us by thy might.

3 Turn us again, thy grace

divine
To us, O God, vouchsafe;
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.

4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,

How long wilt thou declare
Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow,
Against thy people's prayer?

2 L

VOL. II.

5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears;

Their bread with tears they eat ;
And makest them largely drink the tears

Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A strife thou makest us, and a prey

To every neighbour foe:
Among themselves they laugh, they play,

And flouts at us they throw.

7 Return us,

and thy grace divine,
O God of Hosts, vouchsafe;
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.

8 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought,

Thy free love made it thine,
And drovest out nations proud and haut,

To plant this lovely vine.

9 Thou didst prepare for it a place,

And root it deep and fast,
That it began to grow apace,

And fill'd the land at last.

10 With her green shade that cover'd all,

The hills were overspread;
Her boughs, as high as cedars tall,

Advanced their lofty head.

12 Why hast thou laid her hedges low,

And broken down her fence,
That all may pluck her, as they go,

With rudest violence ?

13 The tusked boar out of the wood

Upturns it by the roots ;
Wild beasts there browse, and make their food
Her
grapes

and tender shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down

From heaven, thy seat divine ;
Behold us, but without a frown,

And visit this thy vine.

15 Visit this vine, which thy right hand

Hath set, and planted long,
And the young branch, that for thyself

Thou hast made firm and strong.

16 But now it is consumed with fire,

And cut with axes down;
They perish at thy dreadful ire,

At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the man of thy right hand

Let thy good hand be laid ;
Upon the son of man whom thou

Strong for thyself hast made.

18 So shall we not go back from thee

To ways of sin and shame ;
Quicken us thou, then gladly we

Shall call upon thy name.

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,

Loud acclamations ring.

2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song,

The timbrel hither bring,
The cheerful psaltery bring along,

And harp with pleasant string.

3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon

With trumpets' lofty sound,
The appointed time, the day whereon

Our solemn feast comes round.

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,
The
tongue

I heard was strange.

6 From burden, and from slavish toil,

I set his shoulder free ;
His hands from pots, and miry soil,

Deliver'd were by me.