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THE PARAPHRASIS.
1 O Lord mightie in battell, how amiable are thy tabernacles!
2 Wherefore, for the desire of the visi∣ting of thy courtes ô Lord (which is vtterlie deni∣ed me,) I am wholie consumed, coueting most ear∣nestlie both in bodie and mind, to come vnto thee ô God, the authour of life.
3 Oh alas! is my condition worse than that of the sparowes and swalowes? to whome it is permitted to finde some place, where they may make their nests: ô thine altars, Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
4 O blessed are they that are permitted to dwel with thee! and to set foorth thy praises conti∣nuallie!
5 O blessed is that man, to whome thou giuest grace to vse those thy sacraments appointed to strengthen their faith! and who, as he commeth in bodie vnto thy sanctuarie, carrieth thy lawes gra∣uen in his heart!
6 Wherefore, me thinkes I see the great multi∣tudes of them that come vnto thee, to go tho∣rough the drie mores and wild figtrees, affraid of no difficulties by the waie: who rather than they should leaue off the iournie that they haue vnder∣taken, do partlie dig pits with great diligence, to receiue the running waters: partlie do make cesternes with great labour, to holde the raine∣water.
7 Neither do they ceasse, but continue and in∣crease in constancie, whilest that one band and multitude meeting now and then with another, they do come vnto thee, ô high God, into thy pre∣sence, euen vnto Sion.
8 O Lord of hosts, heare my praiers: giue eare vnto me poore miser, ô God of Iacob.