18 Now blessed be the Lord our God, the God of Israel, For he alone doth wondrous works, in glory that excel. 19 And blessed be his glorious name to all eternity: The whole earth let his glory fill. m 73 London New, 79; Westminster, 133. ET God is good to Israel, YET to each pure-hearted one. 2 But as for me, my steps near slipp'd, my feet were almost gone. 3 For I envious was, and grudg'd the foolish folk to see, When I perceiv'd the wicked sort enjoy prosperity. 4 For still their strength continueth firm; their death of bands is free. 5 They are not toil'd like other men, nor plagu'd, as others be. 6 Therefore their pride, like to a chain, them compasseth about; And, as a garment, violence doth cover them throughout. 7 Their eyes stand out with fat; they have more than their hearts could wish. 8 They are corrupt; their talk of wrong both lewd and lofty is. 9 They set their mouth against the heav'ns in their blasphemous talk ; And their reproaching throughout PSALM LXXIII. tongue the earth at large doth walk. 10 His people oftentimes for this II And thus they say, How can it be that God these things doth know? Or, Can there in the Highest be knowledge of things below? 12 Behold, these are the wicked ones, yet prosper at their will In worldly things; they do increase in wealth and riches still. 13 I verily have done in vain my heart to purify; 14 For daily, and all day throughout, 16 When I this thought to know, it was too hard a thing for me; 17 Till to God's sanctuary I went, then I their end did see. 18 Assuredly thou didst them set a slipp❜ry place upon ; Them suddenly thou castedst down into destruction. 19 How in a moment suddenly to ruin brought are they! With fearful terrors utterly they are consum'd away. 20 Ev'n like unto a dream, when one from sleeping doth arise; So thou, O Lord, when thou awak'st, their image shalt despise. 21 Thus grieved was my heart in me, 22 So rude was I, and ignorant, mf 23 Nevertheless continually, O Lord, I am with thee: Thou dost me hold by my right hand, and still upholdest me. 24 Thou, with thy counsel, while I live, wilt me conduct and guide; mdr r d: :S 1 sm sf mr f PSALMS LXXIII, LXXIV. And to thy glory afterward receive me to abide. 25 Whom have I in the heavens high mp 26 My flesh and heart doth faint and fail, For of my heart God is the strength m 27 For, lo, they that are far from thee Them that a whoring from thee go mf 28 But surely it is good for me that I draw near to God: In God I trust, that all thy works mp 2 O call to thy rememberance Which thou hast purchased of old; The rod of thine inheritance, 3 To these long desolations thy feet lift, do not tarry; For all the ills thy foes have done within thy sanctuary. 4 Amidst thy congregations Their ensigns they set up for signs 5 A man was famous, and was had in estimation, According as he lifted up his axe thick trees upon. 6 But all at once with axes now By casting down unto the ground 8 Thus said they in their hearts, Let us 9 Our signs we do not now behold; A prophet more, nor any one that knows the time how long. m 10 How long, Lord, shall the enemy II Thy hand, ev'n thy right hand of might, why dost thou thus draw back? O from thy bosom pluck it out for our deliv'rance' sake. mf 12 For certainly God is my King, ev'n from the times of old, Working in midst of all the earth salvation manifold. 13 The sea, by thy great pow'r, to part asunder thou didst make; And thou the dragons' heads, O Lord, within the waters brake. 14 The leviathan's head thou brak'st in pieces, and didst give Him to be meat unto the folk in wilderness that live. 15 Thou clav'st the fountain and the flood, which did with streams abound: Thou dry'dst the mighty waters up unto the very ground. 16 Thine only is the day, O Lord, thine also is the night; And thou alone prepared hast the sun and shining light. 17 By thee the borders of the earth were settled ev'ry where : The summer and the winter both by thee created were. mp 18 That th' enemy reproached hath, O keep it in record; And that the foolish people have blasphem'd thy name, O Lord. 19 Unto the multitude do not thy turtle's soul deliver: The congregation of thy poor do not forget for ever. |