The choice and flower of the old Psalms collected by Iohn Hopkins and others and now revised and amended by William Barton ...
Barton, William, 1598?-1678., Hopkins, John, d. 1570.
PSAL. LXIIII. 1. M. *
O Lord unto my voice give ear,
with plaints when I do pray:
And rid my life and soul from fear
of foes that threat to slay.
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Defend me from that sort of men,
which in deceit do lurk;
And from the frowning face of them
that all ill things do work.
3
Who whet their tongues, as we have seen
men whet and sharp their swords:
They shoot abroad their arrows keen,
I mean most bitter words.
4
With secret fleight they shoot their shaft,
the upright man to hit:
The just unwares they strike by craft,
and do not fear a whit.
5
By wickednesse encouraged,
in counsell thus they cry,
To use deceit let us not dread,
for who can it espie?
6
What way to hurt they talk and muse,
all times within their heart:
They all consult what wiles to use,
each doth invent his part.
7
But yet all this shall not avail,
when they think least upon,
God with his dart shall sure assail,
and wound them every one.
8
Their crafts, and evil tongues and all,
shall work themselves such shame,
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shall tremble at the same.
9
Then all that see, shall weigh right well
what works the Lord hath wrought,
And joyfully declare and tell
what he to passe hath brought.
10
Yet shall the just in God rejoyce,
still trusting in his might:
So shall they joy with minde and voice,
whose heart is pure and right.
