And in destruction's dungeon dark PSALM LVI. THE illustration the same as the cxvi. and exviii. to which it is exactly parallel. 1 The Lord for mercy cries and prays ; The Surety dies, the sinners live: Who thought to swallow him alive! THE TITLE PARAPHRASED. I sing the mute, the mourning dove, SHEW HEW mercy, Lord, to me, for man He me oppresseth; while he doth Against me daily fight. 2 They daily would me swallow up For they be many that do fight 3 When I'm afraid I'll trust in thee; 4 I will not fear what flesh can do, My trust is in the Lord. 5 Each day they wrest my words; their thoughts 'Gainst me are all for ill. 6 They meet, they lurk, they mark my steps, Waiting my soul to kill. 7 But shall they by iniquity 8 My wand'rings all what they have been Are they not in thy book? 9 My foes shall, when I cry, turn back; I know't, God is for me. 10 In God his word I'll praise, his word In God shall praised be. 11 In God I trust; I will not fear What man can do to me. 12 Thy vows upon me are, O God: I'll render praise to thee. 13 Wilt thou not, who from death me sav'd, To walk before God in the light PSALM LVII. SEE the last Psalm, but chiefly the xvi. xxxvi. and cviii. all precisely parallel, with others cited in the margin. * The fixed heart, the fixed heart Of Jesus pants, and sounds, and brays, Prose Psalms of the Bible. U 1 While, trembling like the hunted hart, By all their thousands round him fall; Then he advances songs and praise, BE E merciful to me, O God; Do thou extend; because my soul Do wholly overpass. 2 My cry I will cause to ascend To God, who doth all things for me 3 From heav'n he shall send down, and me That would devour me: God his truth 4 My soul among fierce lions is, Men's sons, whose teeth are spears and darts, A sharp sword is their tongue. 5 Be thou exalted very high Above the heav'ns, O God; Let thou thy glory be advanc'd O'er all the earth abroad. 6 My soul's bow'd down; for they a net 7 My heart is fix'd, my heart is fix'd, 8 My glory wake; wake psalt'ry, harp; Myself I'll early raise. 9 I'll praise thee 'mong the people, Lord; 'Mong nations sing will I: 10 For great to heav'n thy mercy is, Thy truth is to the sky. 11 O Lord, exalted be thy name PSALM LVIII. SEE Psal. XXXV. and lii, with their parallels. The rulers of the people met, Like wolves around a lamb combin'd, Contrive the death they had design'd: 1 DO ye, O congregation, O ye that are the sons of men, 2 Yea, ev'n within your very hearts And ye the vi'lence of your hands 3 The wicked men estranged are, 5 That so she may not hear the voice No, not though he most cunning were, 6 Their teeth, O God, within their mouth Break thou in pieces small; The great teeth break thou out, O Lord, 7 Let them like waters melt away, When he shall bend his bow. 9 He shall them take away before 10 The righteous, when he vengeance sees, He shall be joyful then ; The righteous one shall wash his feet 11 So men shall say, The righteous man |