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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.
(2) verse 11 False witnesses did up arise, What I knew not they charged on me, ⟨p. 92⟩verse 12 They pay me ill for good likewise. Whereby my soul might spoiled be. verse 13 But as for me, when sick they were, My clothing then of Sackcloth was: My Soul I bowed with fasts, my prayer Did back into my bosom pass.
(2) verse 11 False witnesses did up arise, What I knew not they charg'd on me, ⟨p. 92⟩verse 12 They pay me ill for good likewise. Whereby my soul might spoiled be. verse 13 But as for me, when sick they were, My cloathing then of Sackcloath was: My Soul I bow'd with fasts, my prayer Did back into my bosome pass.
verse 14 As he my friend or brother were So my behaviour I have kept: I bowed down with heavy cheer As one that for his mother wept. verse 15 But they were glad my woe to see And they together gathered were: Yea, th' abjects 'gainst me gathered be, And restless me unwitting tear.
verse 14 As he my friend or brother were So my behaviour I have kept: I bowed down with heavie chear As one that for his mother wept. verse 15 But they were glad my wo to see And they together gathered were: Yea, th' abj•cts 'gainst me gathered be, And restless me unwitting tear.
* 16 They mocking parasites among, In feasts do gnash their teeth at me. verse 17 O Lord how long wilt thou look on? My soul from their destruction free: My darling free from lions set. verse 18 So will I give thee thanks always Within the congregation great: Amongst much people I'll thee praise.