Religion
Psalm 90
From The Book of Psalms in Metre (1644)
LOrd thou hast been our dwelling place,
In generations all:
Thou wast ere there was forme or face
Of creature great or small.
Before the mountains had their birth,
The world or smallest clod
Of all this vast and spacious earth,
Thou art eternall God.
But as for man that's made of clay,
He's soon unmade agen:
And falls to dust when thou dost say,
Return yee sonnes of men.
Whereas again a thousand yeers
So seemeth in thy fight,
As yesterday when past appears,
Or as a watch by night.
Like to a swift and hasty stream,
Thou mak'st mans life-time pass:
Or like a transitory dream,
Or like the springing grass.
Which in the morning flourisheth,
Most pleasantly up-grown:
And in the evening withereth,
Soon after it is mown.
For by thine angers pow'r ô God,
Are we consum'd and spent:
And troubled with thy stinging rod,
Of wrathfull punishment.
Thou set'st in sight th'iniquities
Wherein we lewdly run:
And thy cleer countenance descries
Our sinnes in secret done.
For all our dayes are past away,
Thine anger taking hold:
We spend our years from day to day,
As when a tale is told.
2. Part.
THe time's but threescore yeers & ten,
That we continue here:
And if some stronger sort of men
Do live to fourscore yeer:
Their life is labour, strength is none,
But sorrowfull decay:
So soon is it cut off and gone,
We post, we fly away.
Who understands among us here,
What pow'r thine anger hath?
For answerable to thy fear,
So great appears thy wrath.
Lord teach us this religious art,
Of numbring out our days:
That so we may apply our heart
To sacred wisdoms ways.
How long shall thy fierce anger burn?
O leave thy discontent:
And for thy servants sake return,
Concerning them repent.
O satisfie with mercy then
And that without delays:
That we may be most joyfull men
And glad even all our days.
According to our days of tears,
And mis'ries making sad,
And also for the evill years,
Comfort and make us glad.
O let thy work appear to those
That are thy servants true:
Thy glorious shining rayes disclose
Unto their childrens view.
O let the Lord our God command
His face on us to shine:
Confirm the actions of our hand
Confirm them Lord by thine.
Codex Note
A metrical version of Psalm 90.
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MLA
Barton, William. “Psalm 90.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/barton_w/89/.
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Barton, William. “Psalm 90.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/barton_w/89/.
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