David maketh God his refuge, shewing the crueltie and subtilty of his adversaries.
The Book of Psalms in metre close and proper to the Hebrew, smooth and pleasant for the metre, plain and easie for the tunes : with musical notes, arguments, annotations, and index : fitted for the ready use and understanding of all good Christians.
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- Title
- The Book of Psalms in metre close and proper to the Hebrew, smooth and pleasant for the metre, plain and easie for the tunes : with musical notes, arguments, annotations, and index : fitted for the ready use and understanding of all good Christians.
- Author
- Barton, William, 1598?-1678.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by Matthew Simmons for the Companie of Stationers,
- 1644.
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- Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms -- Paraphrases, English.
- Psalters.
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"The Book of Psalms in metre close and proper to the Hebrew, smooth and pleasant for the metre, plain and easie for the tunes : with musical notes, arguments, annotations, and index : fitted for the ready use and understanding of all good Christians." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A27789.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 2, 2024.
Pages
Page 109
[verse 3] What time I am afraid,
Lo, I will trust in thee:
[verse 4] His word will I
Still magnifie
In God inabling me.* 1.1
In Gods assured aid
I have repos'd my trust:
I fear not you
What ye can do
That are but mortall dust.
[verse 5] My words they utter wrong,
And every day they wrest:
Their thoughts are still
To work me ill,
What ever they suggest.
[verse 6] Lo, they together throng,
Themselves they closely hide,
When as they watch
My soul to catch,
They mark me every stride.
Notes
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* 1.1
Commend the faithful∣nes of his promises.