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A Prayer collected out of the 22. Psalm, to be used by a discon∣solate soul in a spiritual Desertion.
O Heavenly Father, and most Merciful God, thou séest that at this time I am a man of sorrows, and beset with heaviness, thy comforts I now most néed, and yet thou séemest to turn thy face from me. My God, [Vers. 1] whom I have alwayes served, my God, whom I have alwayes trusted, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my help? why is it, that thou doest not hear the words of my complaint? O my God, [Vers. 2] I cry day and night to thée, to take away this bitter cup from me, but thou who art wont to hear those who call upon thee, yet doest not regard the voice of my roar∣ing.
As water that is poured out upon the ground, and hath no consistence: [Vers. 14] as wax that melts at the heat of the fire, and loseth its continuity: so is the heart in the midst of my body, it flows every way, and is melted by the furnace of thy fierce wrath, I have not whereon to stay, I have not whereon to consist, I pine with grief, I dissolve with pain, I pine and languish, and faint, and dye. My bones are fill'd with torture, [Vers. 15] all the strength of my limbs is wast∣ed, my vital spirits fail, my moysture is dryed up, my tongue cleaveth to my gums, and I am brought even to the very dust of death.
I looked about to sée if any would pity me, [Vers. 17] but I found them all miserable comforters, they shew no pity, no compassion at all. [Vers. 6] For as if I were a worm and no man, they stare and look upon me, delighting themselves in my misery. [unspec 7] They scoff and scorn me, so that I am become the reproach of men, and the de∣spised of the people. Their words are bitter, their gestures worse. [Vers. 12] They laugh me to scorn, they shoot out their lips, they shake their heads. [unspec 13] They thus insult over me, nay blaspheme thée. He trusted in God, [unspec 16] that he would deliver him, let him deliver him now, if he hath any delight in him. [unspec 18] They compass me as wild Bulls, they enclose me as mad doggs, they gape upon me as roaring Ly∣ons. They pierce my soul. They part my goods among them, and cast lots upon mine inheritance.
But O thou God of Israel, thou continuest propitious and benevolous, [Vers. 3] why then doest thou stop thine ears at my prayers? Thou hast perform'd thine Oath to out fore-fathers, they trusted in thée in the depth of their calamities, [unspec 4] and thou didst comfort or deliver them. They cryed in their afflictions, [unspec 5] and thou sentest them help; they hoped in thée, and were not ashamed, or frustra∣ted of their hope. But me, who have alwayes call'd upon thée, [unspec 6] who have alwayes hoped in thée, thou hast deserted and forsaken, exposed as the vilest and most contemptible worm to be trampled upon by every foot, and insulted o∣ver by my cruel enemy.
Yet, O Lord, I am thy creature, [unspec 9] and thy hands have fashioned me in my mothers womb, and being fashioned, thou art he, that brought'st me into this light, upon thée have I fastned all my hope even from my infancy, [unspec 10] even from that time to this very hour, [unspec 11] thou hast shew'd thy self a merciful God in nourishing, governing, and preserving me from all evil. Do not thou there∣fore, who hitherto hast béen present with me, whom I have acknowledged, whom I have honour'd, in whom I have hoped, Do not, O do not thou depart, be not farre from me, for most grievous trouble is near, and there is none be∣sides to help me: [unspec 19] none to mitigate the pressnre of my calamities with any comfort. But O thou Father of Mercies, deferre no longer, but haste thee to help me; O Lord my strength, deliver my soul from the Sword, my soul, [unspec 20] I say, which is only dear to me, from the power of the Dogg. Save me from the Lyons mouth, from my Adversary the Devil, [unspec 21] that goes about like a roaring Lyon seeking whom he may devour, and hear me, and frée me from the hands of Tyrants.