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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.
Book of psalms 1 › Psalm 31: PSAL. XXXI. To the chief Musician, a Psalm of David.
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.
verse 7 I in thy mercies will be glad, and joy, because that thou Didst view my straits, in anguish sad my soul thou diddest know. verse 8 And thou hast not enclosed me within the enemies hand: But in the place of liberty thou madest my feet to stand.
verse 7 I in thy mercies will be glad, and joy, because that thou Didst view my straits, in anguish sad my soul thou diddest know. verse 8 And thou hast not enclosed me within the enemies hand: But in the place of libertie thou mad'st my feet to stand.
(2) verse 9 O Lord, because distressed am I in mercy send relief; My soul, my belly, and mine eye consumed are with grief. ⟨p. 81⟩verse 10 Because my life with sorrow quails, with sighs my years decay: And for my sins my vigour fails, my bones do pine away.
(2) verse 9 O Lord, because distress'd am I in mercie send relief; My soul, my belly, and mine eie consumed are with grief. ⟨p. 81⟩verse 10 Because my life with sorrow quails, with sighs my years decay: And for my sins my vigour fails, my bones do pine away.
verse 11 To all my foes a scorn am I, chiefly my neighbours to: A fear to friends, they that me spy without, did flee me fro. verse 12 I as a dead man am forgot, that's out of memory: And like unto a broken pot, even such an one am I.
verse 11 To all my foes a scorn am I, chiefly my neighbours to: A fear to friends, they that me spie without, did flee me fro. verse 12 I as a dead man am forgot, that's out of memory: And like unto a broken pot, ev'n such an one am I.