8 Surpris'd by mifchiefs unforeseen, by their own arts betray'd, Their feet fhall fall into the net, which they for me had laid; 9 Whilft my glad foul fhall God's great Name for this deliv'rance bless, And, by his faving health fecur'd, 10 My very bones thall fay, "O Lord, 11 Falfe witneffes, with forg'd complaints, And to my charge fuch things they laid, as I had ne'er defign'd. 12 The good which I to them had done, And did, by malice undeferv'd, 13 But as for me, when they were fick, I pray'd and fafted, and my pray'r 14 Had they my friends or brethren been, 15 How diff'rent did their carriage prove, When they, in crowds together met, The rabble too, in num'rous throngs, And ceas'd not, with reviling words, 16 Scoffers, that noble tables haunt, Did gnafh their teeth, and fland'ring jefts maliciously devife. 17 But, Lord, how long wilt thou look on? on my behalf appear; And fave my guiltlefs foul, which they, 18 So I, before the lift'ning world, 20 For they, with hearts averfe to peace, induftriously devife, Against the men of quiet minds 21 Nor with these private arts content, And fay, "At laft we found him out, "he did it in our fight." 22 But thou, who doft both them and me with righteous eyes furvey, Affert my innocence, O Lord, and keep not far away. 23 Stir up thyfelf in my behalf; Thy righteous fervant's caufe, O God, 24 Lord, as my heart has upright been, Nor let my cruel foes obtain the triumph they defign'd. 25 O! let them not, amongst themselves, in boafting language fay, "At length our wishes are complete ; "at laft he's made our prey.' 26 Let fuch as in my harm rejoic'd, for fhame their faces hide; And foul difhonour wait on those, that proudly me defy'd: 27 Whilft they with cheerful voices fhout, who my juft caufe befriend'; And blefs the Lord, who loves to make fuccefs his faints attend. 28 So fhall my tongue thy judgments fing, infpir'd with grateful joy; I And cheerful hymns, in praise of thee, MY PSALM XXXVI. Y crafty foe, with flatt'ring art, his wicked purpose would disguise; But reason whispers to my heart, he ne'er fets God before his eyes. 2 He foothes himself, retir'd from fight; fecure he thinks his treach'rous game; Till his dark plots, expos'd to light, their falfe contriver brand with fhame. 3 In deeds he is my foe confefs'd, whilft with his tongue he speaks me fair; True wifdom's banifh'd from his breaft, and vice has fole dominion there. His wakeful malice fpends the night in forging his accurs'd defigns; His obftinate ungen'rous fpite no execrable means declines. 5 But, Lord, thy mercy, my fure hope, 7 Since of thy goodness all partake, 9 With thee the fprings of life remain; 10 O let thy faints thy favour gain; to upright hearts thy truth difplay. 11 Whilft pride's infulting foot would fpurn, and wicked hands my life furprife, art, ts fing 12 Their mischiefs on themfelves return; 'TH HOUGH wicked men grow rich or great, 2 For they, cut down like tender grafs, 5 fhall all thy earneft wishes grant. In all thy ways truft thou the Lord, And he will needful help afford, to perfect ev'ry juft defign; 6 He'll make, like light, ferene and clear, thy wav'ring heart efpoufe their crime; who truft on him, and wait his time. 10 How foon fhall wicked men decay !ue Their place fhall vanifh quite away, nor by the ftricteft fearch be found with peace and plenty always crown'd. 12 While finful crowds, with falfe defign, and gnafh their teeth and threat'ning ftand; 13 God fhall their empty plots deride, And laugh at their defeated pride : he fees their ruin near at hand. 14 They draw the fword, and bend the bow, The poor and needy to o'erthrow, And men of upright lives to flay; 15 But their strong bows fhall foon be broke, Their fharpen'd weapon's mortal stroke through their own hearts fhall force its way. 16 A little, with God's favour bless'd, That's by one righteous man poffefs'd, the wealth of many bad excels; 17 For God fupports the juft man's caufe; and vanish into smoke and air, 21 While finners, brought to fad decay, the just have will and pow'r to give. 22 For fuch as God vouchsafes to bless, Shall peaceably the earth poffefs; and those he curfes fhall not live. 23 The good man's way is God's delight; He orders all the steps aright of him that moves by his command; 24 Though he fometimes may be distress'd, Yet fhall he ne'er be quite opprefs'd; for God upholds him with his hand. my firft youth till age prevail'd, 25 From my I never faw the righteous fail'd, or want o'ertake his num'rous race; |