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17 I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord
Of me a care doth take:

Thou art my help and saviour,
My God, no tarrying make.

PSALM XLI.

THIS Psalm, being spoken also in one person, and interpreted, John xii. 18. by the Lord concerning himself, when betrayed by Judas, perfectly ascertains, in like manner, the meaning and true application of these two following ones, viz. Psal. xxvii. and lv. with their parallels.

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Behold the Lord, the Lord of all,
For us become so weak and poor,
That he behov'd on God to call,

To save him in his awful hour!-
Behold th' ingratitude confest

Of Judas' base and treach'rous heart :
A sad example to the rest,

Who from the Lord their God depart!

LESSED is he that wisely doth
The poor man's case consider;
For when the time of trouble is,
The Lord will him deliver.

2 God will him keep, yea, save alive;
On earth he bless'd shall live;
And to his enemies' desire

Thou wilt him not upgive.

3 God will give strength when he on bed
Of languishing doth mourn;
And in his sickness sore, O Lord,
Thou all his bed wilt turn.

4 I said, O Lord, do thou extend
Thy mercy unto me;

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O do thou heal my soul; for why?

I have offended thee.

5 Those that to me are enemies,
Of me do evil say,

When shall he die, that so his name
May perish quite away?

6 To see me if he comes, he speaks
Vain words: but then his heart
Heaps mischief to it, which he tells,
When forth he doth depart.

7 My haters jointly whispering,
"Gainst me my hurt devise.

8 Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him; He li'th, and shall not rise.

9 Yea, ev'n mine own familiar friend,
On whom I did rely,

Who ate my bread, ev'n he his heel
Against me lifted high.

10 But, Lord, be merciful to me,
And up again me raise,
That I may justly them requite
According to their ways.

11 By this I know that certainly
I favour'd am by thee;
Because my hateful enemy
Triumphs not over me.

12 But as for me, thou me uphold'st
In mine integrity;

And me before thy countenance
Thou sett'st continually.

13 The Lord, the God of Israel,
Be bless'd for ever then,
From age to age eternally.
Amen, yea, and amen.

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PSALM XLII.

To save transcribing, read the parallels in the margin, with others which your own good sense will suggest, particularly these two, viz. Psal. lxiii. and lxxxiv. whose illustrations see.

As hunted hart for water brays,
Messiah mourns, and pants, and prays;
Yet, trusting in the Lord his God,
He perseveres beneath the rod,
Till, chasten'd for his people's sins,
The follwing glory all begins
To overflow his troubled soul,
And floods of glory o'er him roll,
Instead of ev'ry present wave,
And water-spout, which o'er him heave.

THE TITLE PARAPHRASED.

I to the conqu'ring King will sing,
And in my song instruction bring
To all the understanding ones;
Music divine to all his sons.

LIKE as the hart for water-brooks
In thirst doth pant and bray;

So pants my longing soul, O God,
That come to thee I may.

2 My soul for God, the living God,
Doth thirst: when shall I near
Unto thy countenance approach,
And in God's sight appear?

3 My tears have unto me been meat,
Both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is thy God? they say.

* Prose Psalms of the Bible.

4 My soul is poured out in me,
When this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone.

With them into God's house I went
With voice of joy and praise;
Yea, with the multitude that kept
The solemn holy days.

50 why art thou cast down, my soul;
Why in me so dismay'd?

Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,
His count'nance is mine aid.

6 My God, my soul's cast down in me;
Thee therefore mind I will
From Jordan's land, the Hermonites,
And ev'n from Mizar hill.
7 At the noise of thy water-spouts
Deep unto deep doth call;
Thy breaking waves pass over me,
Yea, and thy billows all.

8 His loving-kindness yet the Lord
Command will in the day,

His song's with me by night; to God, By whom I live, I'll pray: 9 And I will say to God my rock, Why me forgett'st thou so? Why, for my foes' oppression, Thus mourning do I go?

10 'Tis as a sword within my bones, When my foes me upbraid;

Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God? 'Tis daily to me said.

11 O why art thou cast down, my soul?
Why, thus with grief opprest,

Art thou disquieted in me?
In God still hope and rest :

For yet I know I shall him praise,

Who graciously to me

The health is of my countenance,
Yea, mine own God is he.

PSALM XLIII.

THE illustration the same as the last.

See how the Lord of glory pleads,
And calls upon his Father here,
To vindicate his holy deeds,

And judge him by his law severe !
The Lord of glory is your Head,
And Advocate, ye saints of God:
His Father heard the cause he pled,
And sav'd him by his royal nod.

JUDGE me, O God, and plead my cause
Against th' ungodly nation;

From the unjust and crafty man,

O be thou my salvation.

2 For thou the God art of my strength;
Why thrusts thou me thee fro'?
For th' enemy's oppression

Why do I mourning go?

30 send thy light forth and thy truth; Let them be guides to me,

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And bring me to thine holy hill,
Ev'n where thy dwellings be.

4 Then will I to God's altar go,
To God my chiefest joy:

Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise
My harp I will employ.

5 Why art thou then cast down, my
What should discourage thee?"

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