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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
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
For safety with thine ointed one: Thou from the wickeds house the head * Didst wound: to the foundation Was to the neck discovered. verse 14 Thou of his villages the head Didst with his staves strike through' the same, That me they might have scattered, Like as a whirlwind out they came.
For safety with thine ointed one: Thou from the wickeds house the head * Didst wound: to the foundation Was to the neck discovered. verse 14 Thou of his villages the head Didst with his staves strike thro' the same, That me they might have scattered, Like as a whirlwind out they came.
'Twas their rejoicing to devour The poor afflicted secretly. verse 15 Thou with thine horses wentest in power Through seas, and heaps of waters high. verse 16 I heard, my belly trembled then, And at thy voice my lips did quake: A rottenness my bones came in, And I within my self did shake.
'Twas their rejoycing to devour The poor afflicted secretly. verse 15 Thou with thine horses went'st in power Through seas, and heaps of waters high. verse 16 I heard, my belly trembled then, And at thy voice my lips did quake: A rottenness my bones came in, And I within my self did shake.
That in the day of trouble so I might in quietness sit still. When he ascends the people to, Them with his troops invade he will. verse 17 Though fig-tree blossom not at all, Nor any fruit in vines appear, The labour of the olive fail, And though the fields no meat should bear: