Religion
Psalm 70
From The Book of Psalms in Metre (1644)
MAke haste, O LORD,
And help afford:
Make haste to help me, O my Lord.
Let shames controll
Confound them whole
That seek to hurt my harmless soul.
Confusions hire
Cause them retire,
That do my hurt and harm desire.
And them that say,
Aha, Aha,
Repulse and shame their shame repay.
All that seek thee
Let joyfull bee,
And also very glad in thee:
Still let them frame,
To praise thy Name,
That love salvation from the same.
But I (poor weed)
Still stand in need,
Do thou ô God to mee make speed:
Thou art my tow'r,
And saving pow'r,
Lord tarry not, but come this hour.
Codex Note
A metrical version of Psalm 70.
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MLA
Barton, William. “Psalm 70.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/barton_w/69/.
Chicago
Barton, William. “Psalm 70.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/barton_w/69/.
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