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Psalm 7 (Domine, Deus meus)

by Sir Philip Sidney 1554–1586


O Lord, my God, thou art my trusfull stay:
O, save me from this persecutions show'r:
Deliver me in my endanger'd way.

Least lion-like he doe my soule devoure,
And cruelly in many peeces teare,
While I am voide of any helping pow'r.

O Lord, my God, if I did not forbeare
Ever from deede of any such desert:
If ought my hands of wickednes do beare:

If I have been unkinde for frendly part:
Nay, if I wrought not for his freedom's sake,
Who causlesse now yeeldes me a hatefull hart:

Then let my foe chase me, and chasing take:
Then lett his foote upon my neck be set:
Then in the dust lett hym my honor rake.

Arise, O Lord, in wrath thy self up sett
Against such rage of foes: awake for me
To that high doom, which I by the must gett.

So shall all men with laudes inviron thee;
Therefore, O Lord, lift up thy throne on high,
That ev'ry folk thy wond'rous acts may see.

Thou, Lord, thy people shalt in judgment try:
Then, Lord, my Lord, give sentence on my side
After my clearnesse, and my equity.

O, let their wickednes no longer bide
From comming to the well deserved end;
But still be thou to just men justest guide.

Thou righteous proofes to hartes and reines dost send:
And all my helpe from none but thee is sent,
Who dost thy saving-health to true men bend.

Thou righteous art, thou strong, thou pacient:
And each day art provok'd thyne ire to show:
And if this man will not learn to repent,

For hym thou whett'st thy sword and bend'st thy bow,
And hast thy deadly armes in order brought,
And ready art to lett thyne arrowes go.

Lo, he that first conceav'd a wretched thought,
And greate with child of mischief travel'd long,
Now brought a bed, hath brought nought foorth but nought.

A pitt was digg'd by this man vainly strong;
But in the pitt he ruin'd first did fall,
Which fall he made, to doe his neigbour wrong.

He against me doth throw; but down it shall
Upon his pate, his paine emploied thus,
And his own ill his own head shall appall.

I will give thancks unto the Lord of us
According to his heav'nly equity,
And will to highest name yield praises high.

MLA

Sidney, Philip. The Psalms of David (Psalms 1–43), Psalm 7 (Domine, Deus meus). Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/work/sidney-psalms/6/.

Chicago

Sidney, Philip. The Psalms of David (Psalms 1–43), Psalm 7 (Domine, Deus meus). Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/sidney-psalms/6/.

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