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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 39: PSAL. XXXIX. To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, 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 3 My heart within me waxed hot, whiles I was musing long, In me the fire enkindled was, then spake I with my tongue. verse 4 O Lord, mine end, and of my days let me the measure learn: That what a momentany thing I am, I may discern.
verse 3 My heart within me waxed hot, whiles I was musing long, In me the fire inkindled was, then spake I with my tongue. verse 4 O Lord, mine end, and of my days let me the measure learn: That what a momentany thing I am, I may discern.
verse 5 Behold thou madest my days a span, mine age is nought to thee: At's best estate, sure every man is wholly vanity. verse 6 Sure man walks in an empty show, vain stir they therefore make, Who heap up wealth, but do not know who shall the same up take.
verse 5 Behold thou mad'st my days a span, mine age is nought to thee: At's best estate, sure every man is wholly vanity. verse 6 Sure man walks in an empty show, vain stir they therefore make, Who heap up wealth, but do not know who shall the same up take.
(2) verse 7 And now, O Lord, what wait I for? my hope is set on thee. verse 8 Free me fr•m all my trespasses, the fools scorn make not me. verse 9 I silent was and shut my mouth, this done because thou hast. verse 10 Remove thy stroke away from me, by thy hands blow I waste.
(2) verse 7 And now, O Lord, what wait I for? my hope is set on thee. verse 8 Free me fr•m all my trespasses, the fools scorn make not me. verse 9 I silent was and shut my mouth, this done because thou hast. verse 10 R•move thy stroke away from me, by thy hands blow I waste.