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The LXXXVI. Psalm. PARAPHRASED.
Verse 1.
BOw down thine ear to him who now bows down his heart, and hear me, O Lord, confessing, for I am poor, extremely want∣ing of the graces of thy Spirit, which should make me rich towards God: I have little or no treasures laid up in Heaven, and there∣fore I am in misery, liable to the eternal mi∣series of Hell: But,
Preserve thou my soul from that dismal place of Torments, for I am holy, [unspec 2] separate and devoted to thy Service, though a poor unprofitable servant: and upon this account I make bold to call thee my God, whom I worship and serve, and humbly beseech thee to save thy servant who putteth his trust in thee, for the riches of grace and salvation, wherein
Be merciful unto me, O Lord, [unspec 3] who art rich in mercy, for I will call daily upon thee, that it may please thee in great mercy to de∣liver me from that misery, whereunto my poorness in grace, but abounding sins, make me obnoxious.
Comfort the soul of thy servant that the sorrows of death overwhelm me not: [unspec 4] For