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The psalms hymns and spiritual songs, of the Old and New-Testament
The psalms hymns and spiritual songs, of the Old and New-Testament: faithfully translated into English metre. ; For the use, edification and comfort of the saints in public and private: especially in New-England. ; [Eight lines of Scripture references and texts]The psalms hymns and spiritual songs, of the Old and New-Testament: faithfully translated into English metre. ; For the use, edification and comfort of the saints in publick and private: especially in New-England. ; [Eight lines of Scripture references and texts]
Boston: printed by B. Green for Michael Perry, 1698
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verse 10 I Said in cutting off my days, Go to the gates of grave shall I And of the remnant of my years I am deprived utterly. ⟨p. 392⟩verse 11 I said, the Lord I shall not see • the' land of living ones the Lord: And man no more behold shall I With them that dwell within the world.
verse 10 I Said in cutting off my days, Go to the gates of grave shall I And of the remnant of my years I am deprived utterly. ⟨p. 392⟩verse 11 I said, the Lord I shall not see • th' land of living ones the Lord: And man no more behold shall I With them that dwell within the world.
verse 12 Mine age away from me is put, And moved as a shepherds tent: I weaver like my life off cut, With pining sickness he me spent Yea from the day the night until Thou quite an end of me wilt make. verse 13 I count from morning, that he will My bones all as a lion break:
From day to night thou wilt me waste. verse 14 Like crane or swallow chatter I, Dove-like I mourn, mine eyes up cast Do fail, Lord, help, oppressed am I. verse 15 What shall I say? to me he hath Both spoke•, and himself done this: I all my life with softly path, Shall walk in my souls bitterness.
From day to night thou wilt me waste. verse 14 Like crane or swallow chatter I, Dove-like I mourn, mine eyes up cast Do fail, Lord, help, opprest am I. verse 15 What shall I say? to me he hath Both spoke, and himself done this: I all my life with softly path, Shall walk in my souls bitterness.