Thy * smooking wrath, and angry vow * Gnashanta. Against thy Peoples prayer.

s Thou feedst them with the bread of tears,
Their bread with tears they eat,

And mak'st them + largely drink the tears
Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A ftrife thou mak'st us and a prey

To every neighbour foe,

* Shalish.

Among thmselves they laugh, they * play,

And flouts at us they throw.

7 Return us, and thy grace divine,
• God of Hosts vouchsafe,

Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be fafe..

* Filgnazu

8 A Vine from Ægypt thou hast brought,
Thy free love made it thine,

And drov'st out Nations, proud and hant,
To plant this lovely Vine.

2 Thou didst prepare for it a place,

And root it deep and fast,

That it began to grow apace,

And fill'd the Land at last.

To With her green shade that cover'd all, * The Hills were over-spread,

Her Bows as high as Cedars tall

Advanc'd their lofty head.

11 Her branches on the western fide
Down to the Sea she sent,

And upward to that River wide
Her other branches went。

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12 Why hast thou laid her Hedges low,
And broken down her Fence,

That all may pluck her, as they go,
With rudest violence?

13 The tusked Boar out of the Wood
Up turns it by the roots,

Wild beafts there brouze and make their food Her grapes and tender Shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down
From Heav'n, thy Seat divine,

Behold us, but without a frown,
And visit this thy Vine.

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Is Visit this Vine, which thy right hand
Hath set, and planted long,

And the young branch, that for thy felf
Thou hast made firm and strong.
16 But now it is confum'd with fire,
And cut with axes down,

They perish at thy dreadful ire,
At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the Man of thy right hand
Let thy good hand be laid,

Upon the Son of Man, whom thou
Strong for thy felf haft made.
18 So shall we not go back from thee
To ways of fin and shame,

Quick'n us thou, then gladly we
Shall call upon thy Name..
19 Return us, and thy grace divine
Lord God of Hosts vouchsafe

Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be fafe.

PSAL. LXXXI.

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** God our strength sing loud, and clear,
Sing loud to God our King,

To Jacob's God, that all may hear
Loud acclamations ring.

2 Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song,
The Timbrel hither bring,
The cheerful Pfaltry bring along,
And harp with pleasant string.
3 Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon
With Trumpets lofty Sound,
Th' appointed time, the day whereon
Our folemn Feaft comes round.

4 This was a Statute giv'n of old
For Ifrael to observe,

A Law of Jacob's God, to hold,

From whence they might not swerve.
s This he a Testimony ordain'd
In Joseph, not to change,

When as he pass'd through Ægypt Land;
The Tongue I heard was strange.
6 From burden, and from flavish toyle
I fet his shoulder free:

His hands from pots, and mirie Soyle,
Deliver'd were by me.

7 When trouble did thee fore affail,
On me then didst thou call,

And I to free thee did not fail,
And led thee out of thrall.

I answer'd thee in * Thunder deep
With clouds encompass'd round;

I try'd thee at the water fleep

Of Meriba renown'd.

8 Hear, O my People, beark'n well, I testifie to thee,

Thou ancient stock of Ifrael,

If thou wilt lift to me,

9 Throughout the Land of thy abode No alien God shall be,

Nor shalt thou to a foreign God

In Honour bend thy knee.

* Be Sether ragnam

10 I am the Lord thy God which brought Thee out of Ægypt Land,

Ask large enough, and I, bafought,

Will grant thy full demand.

II And yet my people would not bear,
Nor hearken to my voice;

And Israel, whom I lov'd so dear,

Miflik'd me for his choice.

12 Then did I leave them to their will,
And to their wandring mind;

Their own conceits they follow'd still,
Their own devices blind.

13 O that my People would be wise, To ferve me all their days,

And O that Ifrael would advise

To walk my righteous ways.

14 Then would I foon bring down their foes;

That now so proudly rise,

And turn my hand against all those

That are their enemies.

Is Who hate the Lord should then be fain

To bow to him and bend,

But they, his People, should remain,

Their time should have no end.

16 And we would feed them from the smok

With Flow'r of finest wheat,

And fatisfie them from the rock

With Honey for their meat.

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PSAL. LXXXII.

* Bagpadath-el.

OD in the great * affembly stands

GOD

Of Kings and lordiy States,

Among the Gods, † on both his hands † Bekerev.

He judges and debates,

2 How long will ye * pervert the right *Tishphetn With *judgment false and wrong,

Favouring the wicked by your mights

Who thence grow bold and strong.

gnavel.