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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 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.
verse 11 When with rebukes thou do•• correct man for iniquity, Thou blasts his beauty like a moth, sure each man's vanity. verse 12 Lord hear my prayer, hark to my cry nor at my tears still be: For as my fathers all am I, strange sojourner with thee.
verse 11 When with rebukes thou do•• correct man for iniquitie, Thou blasts his beauty like a moth, sure each man's vanitie. verse 12 Lord hear my prayer, hark to my cry nor at my tears still be: For as my fathers all am I, strange sojourner with thee.