Thy *fmooking wrath, and angry vow

Against thy Peoples prayer.

* Gnafhanta,

Thou feedft 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'ft us and a prey
To every neighbour foe,

Among thmselves they laugh, they
And flouts at us they throw.

*

7 Return us, and thy grace divine, O God of Hofts vouchsafe,

Cause thou thy face on us to fhine,

And then we shall be safe..

*

* Shalish.

play,
* Filgnag

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

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

Thou did't 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 fhade 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 the fent,

And upward to that River wide

other branches went.

12 Why haft thòu laid her Hedges low, And broken down her Fence,

That all may pluck her, as they go,

With rudeft 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 Hofts, look down

From Heav'n, thy Seat divine,

Behold us, but without a frown,

And vifit this thy Vine.

15 Vifit this Vine, which thy right hand
Hath fet, and planted long,

And the young branch, that for thy felf
Thou haft made, firm and ftrong,
16 But now it is confum'd with fixe,
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 fhall 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 Hofts vouchsafe

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

T°

PSAL. LXXXI.

O God our ftrength fing 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 found,

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 Teftimony ordain'd
In Joseph, not to change,

When as he pafs'd through Ægypt Land;
The Tongue I heard was ftrange.

6 From burden, and from slavish toyle
I fet his fhoulder free:

* Be Sether

ragnam

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

7 When trouble did thee fose 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.

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

Thou ancient flock of Ifrael,

If thou wilt lift to me,

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

Nor shalt thou to a foreign God

In Honour bend thy knee.

10 I am the Lord thy God which brought

Thee out of Ægypt Land,

Ask large enough, and I, besought,
Will grant thy full demand.

11 And yet my people would not hear,

Nor hearken to my voice;

And Ifrael, whom I lov'd fo 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 wife,
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 rife,

And turn my hand against all thofe

That are their enemies.

15 Who hate the Lord fhould 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 shock,
With Flow'r of finest wheat,

And fatisfie them from the rock
With Honey for their meat.

PSAL. LXXXII.

* Bagpadath-el.

OD in the great * assembly stands

Go

Of Kings and lordly States,

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

He judges and debates,

a How long will ye pervert the right
With judgment false and wrong,
Favouring the wicked by your mighty
Who thence grow bold and strong.