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Neither do I sce how it can be offensive to our friends, that we should desire our English Metaphrase bettered. I say nothing to the disgrace of that we have : 1 know how glad our adversaries are of all such advantages ; which they are ready enough to find out without me, ever reproachfully upbraiding us with these defects. But, since our whole translation is now universally revised, what inconvenience or shew of innovation can it bear, that the verse should accompany the prose? especially since it is well known, how rude and homely our English Poesy was in those times, compared with the present; wherein, if ever, it seeth her full perfection.
I have been solicited by some recerend friends to undertake this task ; as that, which seemed well to accord with the former exercises of my youth, and my present profession. The difficulties I found many; the work, long and great : yet not more painful than beneficial to God's Church : whereto as I dare not profess any sufficiency; so I will not deny my readiness and utmost endeavour, if I shall be employed by Authority:
Wherefore, in this part, I do humbly submit myself to the grave censures of them, whose wisdom manageth these common affairs of the Church; and am ready either to stand still or proceed, as I shall see their Cloud or Fire go before or behind me. Only, howsoever, I shall, for my true affection to the Church, wish it done by better workmen : wherein, as you approve, so further my bold, but not unprofitable motion, and commend it unto greater ears; as I do you to the Greatest.
Your loving Kinsman,
SOME FEW OF
DAVID'S PSALMS METAPHRASED.
IN THE TUNE OF THE CXLVIIth PSALM,
« Give laud unto the Lord.”
Who hath not walkt astray,
That scorners are,
Hath ever sate :
O Lord, sets his delight,
Oh, how that man
Set by the water-springs,
Whose boughs so greene
With comely shade.
All his designes shall thrive:
With every blast
5 Wherefore, in that sad doome,
They dare not rise from dust :
IN THE TUNE OF THE cxxvth PSALM,
“ Those, that do put their confidence." Why do the Gentiles tumults make,
And nations all conspire in vaine, 2 And earthly princes counsell take
Against their God; against the raigne
of his deare Christ? let us, they saine, 3 Breake all their bonds : and from us shake
Their thraldome, yoke, and servile chaine. 4 Whiles thus, alas! they fondly spake,
He, that aloft rides on the skies,
Laughs all their lewd device to scorne ; 5 And, when his wrathfull rage shall rise,
With plagues shall make them all forlorne ;
And, in his fury, thus replies :
, in princely guise,
The tenour of his true decree.
Begat this day, by due account:
All earthly kingdomes shall surmount. 8 All nations to thy rightful sway,
I will subject from furthest end 9 Of all the world; and thou shalt bray
Those stubborne foes, that will not bend,
With iron mace, like potters' clay, 10 In peeces small: ye kings attend;
And yee, whom others wont obey,
11 See ye serve God, with greater dread
Than others you: and, in your feare,
Rejoyce the while; and, lowly spread, 12 Doe homage to his Sonne so deare:
Lest he be wroth, and doe you dead 13 Amids your way, If kindled
His wrath shall be: O blessed those,
AS THE cxlith PSALM,
“ Ye children, which &c." Ah, Lord ! how many be my foes!
How many are against me rose, 2 That to my grieved soule have sed,
Tush, God shall him no succour yeeld; 3 Whiles thou, Lord, art my praise, my shield,
And dost advance my carefull head! 4 Loud with my voice to God I cry'd :
His grace unto my sute reply'd,
From out his holy hill. 5 I laid me downe, slept, rose againe :
For thou, O Lord, dost me sustaine,
And say'st my soule from feared ill. 6 Not if ten thousand armed foes
My naked side should round enclose,
Up, Lord, and shield me from disgrace : 7 For thou hast broke my foe-men's face,
And all the wicked's teeth hast shed. 8 From thee, O God, is safe defence;
Do thou thy free beneficence
AS THE TEN COMMANDMENTS,
“ Attend my people.”
2 Favour me still, and daigne to heare
Mine humble sute. O wretched wights, 3 How long will ye mine honour deare
Turne into shame through your despights ?
Still will ye love what thing is vaine,
That God hath chose, and will maintaine
God will regard my instant mone.
And, on your silent bed alone,
Talke with your hearts, your wayes amending 6 Offer the truest sacrifice
Of broken hearts; on God besetting 7 Your onely trust. The most devise
The wayes of worldly treasure getting :
The light of that sweet looke of thine; 8 So shall my soule more gladsome be,
Than theirs. with all their corne and wine. 9 So I in peace shall lay me downe,
And on my bed take quiet sleepe;
IN THE TUNE OF THE CXXIVth PSALM,
“ Now Israel may say, &c."
Lord, to these words of mine,
The secret plaints I make.
To thee I doe betake
Oh, doe thine eare incline
That to thee powred bin.
Thou shalt my voice attend :
I will myselfe addresse
And wait for due redresse.