Psalm 80 (Qui regis Israel)

Heare thou greate heardsman that dost Jacob feed:
Thou Josephs shepheard shine from cherubs throne:
In Ephraim, Benjamyn, Manasses need,
Awake thy power, and make thy puisance knowne.
Free us distressed, raise us overthrowne,
Reduce us straid, O God, restore us banish'd:
Display thy faces skie on us thine owne,
Soe we shall safely dwell, all darknesse vanish'd.

Lord God of hosts, what end, what meane appeares
Of thy wrathes fume against thy peoples cry?
Whom thou with teares for bread, for drink with teares
So diettest, that we abandon'd ly,
To foes of laughter, and to dwellers by,
A field of brawll; but God restore us banish'd
Display on us thy faces cleered sky,
So we shall safely dwell, all darkness vanish'd.

A vine thou didst translate from Zoan playnes,
And weeding them that held the place of old,
Nor planting care didst slack, nor pruning paines,
To fix her rootes, whom fieldes could not enfold.
The hills were cloked with her pleasing cold:
With cedars state her branches height contended:
Scarse here the sea, the river there controld
Her armes, her handes, soe wide she both extended.

Why hast thou now thy self dishedg'd this vine,
Carelesly left to passengers in prey?
Unseemly rooted by the woodbred swine,
Wasted by other beasts that wildly stray?
O God, retorne, and from thy starry stay
Review this vyne, reflect thy looking hither;
This vineyard see, whose plott thy hande dyd lay,
This plant of choise, ordained not to wither.

Consum'd with flames, with killing axes hewne,
All at thy frown they fall, and quaile, and dy:
But heape thou might, on thy elected one,
That stablest man in whom we may affy.
Then we preserv'd thy name shall magnify
Without revolt, Lord God restore us banish'd:
Display on us thy faces cleered sky,
Soe we shall safely dwell, all darknesse vanish 'd.