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Ver. My ways inclus'd as with a wall
9 Of firm hewn stone he hath ;
And to defeat my counsels all
He crooked made my path.

10 He close laid wait as for the

A lion and a bear;
11 And turning quite aside my way,

Did me in pieces tear:
He laid me waste, and in the dark,

His bow of fury hot
He bent, and at me as a mark
His barbed iron shot.

13 His quiver-darts, so fierce set off,

Into my reins made way; 14 To all the folk I was a scoff,

Their music all the day.
I'm made the subject of their song,

And fill'd until I shrunk
With bitterness and worm wood strong
With which he made me drunk.

16 With gravel stones my teeth he brake ;

With alhes cover'd me :
17 From peace, my soul, now gone to wrack,

Is far remov'd by thee.
Forgetting bliss as overpast,

I spake this desp'rate word,
My strength is gone, my hope is lost,
And perish'd from the Lord.”

19 Despair was fed by minding all

My miseries and woes;
The bitter wormwood and the gall,

My soul keeps mind of those :
Hence funk and bow'd within me 'tis;

But why so very fad ?
21 Despair, begone; I've hope from this,

I mind anon to add,

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Ver. "Tis of the Lord's compassions great

And his unfailing love,
We are not all consum'd as yet,

For ftill his bowels move :
23 They new with every morning roll ;

Thy truth is great and high : 24 The Lord's my portion, saith niy foul ; Hence in him hope will I.

Teth. 25 God's good to them that on him wait,

To fouls that seek his face. 26 'Tis good that one, with hope fedate,

Expect his saving grace.
27 And for a man, by forrow broke,

Tis good with filent mouth,
And heart fubmiss to bear the yoke
And trouble in his youth.

28 He quiet fits alone brought low

By having born the rod ;
29 With mouth put in the dust, if so

There may be hope in God.
30 His cheek he to the fmiter's will

Revengeless doth afsign ;
Fillid with reproach, he bears the fill,
With patience half divine.

31 The Lord will not reje&t for ay:

But though he cauleth grief;
Yet he his pity will display,

And timely grant relief.
His mercies thwart not with his dart,

For when he fmites, ev'n then
Not willingly nor from his heart,
He grieves the fons of men.

34 Mens Cruel deeds they can't abide,

To crush earth's captive race, 35 To turn the poor man's right afide,

Before the fovereign's face;




Ver. To violate the sacred laws

Of justice and of right,
And judge unjustly in a cause,
Are hateful in his fight.

Mem. 37 Who's he that speaks, and then 'tis done,

When nay's JEHOVAH's will? 38 Out from the mouth of th' highest One

Comes not both good and ill. 39 O why then should a living man

Dare enter his complaint,
For penal ill; a guilty man
For's own fin's punishment ?

40 Come let us search and try our ways,

Not murmur at the rod,
But for our sins our souls abase,

And turn again to God.
41 Let us lift up our heart and hands

Whole to the God of heav'n: 42 We have rebell'd 'gainst thy commands ; Thou, Lord, hast not forgiven.

SAMECH. 43 Thy wrath us hid, pursu'd, nor stopt,

But slew and did not spare ; 44 Thyself hid with a cloud that opt

Ń, through-pass for our pray’r. 45 The world's vile filth thou hast us made,

Which with contempt they use;
We ly among the oations spread,
The scum and the refuse.

Pe. 46 Wide mouths 'gainst us our en’mies all

Have made, and scoffing joy'd; 47 Fear and a snare upon us fall,

We're wasted and destroy'd.
48 Mine eyes to weeping fountains turn.

Whence briny rivers flow,
While I my people's daughter mourn
And moa n her overthrow.

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Ain. Ver. With tears still trickling down, mine eye 49

Inceflant cannot rest, 50 Till God look down, and, from on high,

Behold our case distress'd.
51 Mine eye affects my heart with pain,

To see the ruin vast
Of Salem's race, the doleful bane
I fee, and stand aghaft.

52 With causelefs hate my eager foes,

Me like a bird did chase ; 53 My life within the dungeon close,

Then with a stone depress. 54 High did the swelling waters grow,

My head was overflown, Then said my hopeless heart, “ I'm now “ Cut off, and quite undone.”

Корн. 55 Time was, when from the dungeon low

I pray'd, and thou didst hear : 56 Lord, hide not from my breathing now,

Nor from my cry, thine ear.
57 What day of dread I call'd on thee,

Thou didst not stand remote,
But drewelt near to comfort me,
By saying, FEAR THOU NOT.

58 Lord, thou the causes of my soul

Waft wont to plead for me ;
Thy love did threat'ning death's control,

My life to save and free. 59 Judge now my cause, Lord; thou hast seen

My wrongs by men of strife, 60 Seen all their rage and vengeance keen, And plots against my life.


Shin. 61 Lord, thou their vile reproach halt heard,

Their machinations all; 6. The lips of those that rose, and jeard

And spat at me their gall.

Ver. Their daily projects me to drub,
63 Their fitting down efpy,
And riling up at every club
Their music fill am I.

64 Reward them as from thee they fwerve,

Their heart with grief confume, 65 To Thew they for their works deserve

They curse to be their doom.
66 As me they chase and fue to death,

With them in wrath be ev'ns ;
Pursue and raze them from beneath
The great Jehovah's heav'ns.

Zion bewaileth ber pitiful Estate, occasioned by the
direful Effects of the Famine, tbe sacking of JERUSA-

Sbe confefferb ber Sins, and acknowledgesh that the Iniquities of ber Leaders were the Cause of all these Calamities. Evom's Destruction föresold, and obe Return of Zion's Captivity.


*HE temple-gold, how now so dim,

That glister'd once fo gay ;
How has the finest gold so trim,

Now chang'd its bright array !
The temple-stones now tumbled down,

That lay in stately square,
On top of every street o'erthrown,
Lie scatter'd here and there.

2 Lo! Zion's sons, of precious mould,

Her faints, her priests, her peers,
That might compare with purest gold,

More fine than Ophir bears;
How bafely are they now efteemd

As pitchers vile and coarse,
Wrought by the potter's hand, and deem'd
But earthen ware, and worse!

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