Religion
Psalm 69
From Davids Psalms in Metre (1655)
SAve and preserve me, O my God,
with speed deliver me,
The waters so encrease, that to
my soul they entred be.
I sink in deep mire, where I feel
no standing, come am I
Into the depths, where waves do me
o'reflow continually.
And I with crying wearied am,
my throat therewith is dry,
Mine eyes do fail, while on my God
I wait continually.
Those men that for no cause at all
do hatred bear to me,
More then the hairs that are upon
mine head, in number be.
And mighty are my causlesse foes,
who gladly would me slay,
Then did they force me to restore
what I took not away.
Mine errours and my foolishnesse,
Lord, thou dost know and see,
My sins and all my trespasses
cannot be hid from thee.
Let them not for my sake be sham'd,
O Lord, that wait on thee,
Nor those that seek thee, Israels God
for me confounded be.
Because I onely for thy sake
do suffer this disgrace,
And for thy sake and not mine own,
shame covers all my face.
Ev'n unto mine own brethren I
a meer stranger became,
And as an alien unto
my mothers children am.
The fervent zeal hath me consum'd,
that to thine house I bear,
The scorns wherewith they thee reproach,
upon me lighted are.
The Second Part.
Then humbled I my soul with tears
and fasting, and was clad
In sackcloth, they reproached me,
a proverb me they made.
Those that sit in the gate, on me
a railing sentence pass,
And I the subject of the songs
of beastly drunkards was.
But, Lord, in an accepted time,
my prayer is to thee,
Lord, in thy saving truth, and in
great mercy, hear thou mee.
Free me out of the filthy mire,
my feet from sinking keep,
Save me from such as hate my soul,
and out of waters deep.
Let not the flouds me overflow,
nor the depths swallow me;
And let not the pits mouth below
upon me closed be.
Good is thy kindnesse, and thy love,
therefore to me give ear,
Turn to me for the multitude
of thy mercies most dear.
O do not from thy servant hide,
or turn thy face away,
I troubled am on every side,
hear me with speed I pray.
Unto my troubled soul draw nigh,
redeem and set it free,
Because of all mine enemies,
save and deliver mee.
Thou hast known my reproach & shame,
and my dishonour seen,
Mine adversaries all of them
before thee still have been.
My heart is broken with reproach,
my soul is full of grief,
I lookt, but found no comforter,
nor one to give relief.
The Third Part.
They bitter gall, in stead of meat,
unto me given have,
When I was thirsty, for my drink
sharp vinegar they gave.
Let their own table, when they eat,
become to them a gin,
And that be made a trap, whieh for
their welfare should have been.
Let both their eyes and minde be dark,
that they may nothing see,
Make their loins shake continually,
wherein their strength should bee.
Pour out thine indignation
upon them fearfully,
And let thy burning anger seise
and still upon them lie.
And let their stately palaces
be desolate within,
Those Towns without inhabitant,
which had their dwelling been.
For him whom thou sinot'st with thy rods,
they persecuted more,
They talk unto the grief of those
whom thou didst wound before.
In thy just judgement leave them Lord,
to adde sin unto sin,
To thy truth and thy righteousnesse,
let them not enter in.
Out of the book of living men,
blotted be they by thee,
And never let them in the roul
of just men written bee.
But full of sorrows and of grief,
and weak and poor am I,
O God, let thy salvation
now set me up on high.
Then will I praise the name of God
with songs and melody,
And with thanksgiving shall my tongue
him greatly magnifie.
The Fourth Part.
This sacrifice shall please the Lord,
that more accept shall he,
Then Bull, or Oxe, with hoofs, and horns,
if they were brought by me.
The meek and humble shall be glad,
and joy when this they see,
All that seek God, your heart shall live,
and full of comfort bee.
Because the Lord the poor doth save,
when they their prayer make,
And doth not cast off those that are
made pris'ners for his sake.
Let the high Heav'ns, and all the earth
unto him praises give,
The spacious seas, with ev'ry thing
that there doth move and live.
For surely God will Zion save,
and Judahs cities build,
That men may them possesse, and dwell,
and have their houses fill'd.
And his own servants godly seed
inherit shall the fame,
And they shall have their dwelling there,
that love his blessed name.
Codex Note
A metrical version of Psalm 69.
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