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��POEMS DURING CIVIL WAR AND PROTECTORATE
��He travails big with vanity; Trouble he hath conceived of old As in a womb, and from that mould Hath at length brought forth a lie.
He digg'd a pit, and delved it deep,
And fell into the pit he made:
His mischief, that due course doth keep,
Turns on his head: and his ill trade
Of violence will undelayed
Fall on his crown with ruin steep. 60
Then will I Jehovah's praise According to his justice raise, And sing the Name and Deity Of Jehovah the Most High.
��PSALM VIII (August 14, 1653)
O JEHOVAH our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the
earth, So as above the heavens thy praise to
set!
Out of the tender mouths of latest bearth, Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings
thou
Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes,
��To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's
brow,
That bends his rage thy providence to oppose.
When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art,
The moon and stars, which thou so
bright hast set 10
In the pure firmament, then saith my heart,
Oh, what is man that thou rememberest
yet
And think'st upon him, or of man begot That him thou visit' st, and of him art
found ? Scarce to be less than gods thou mad'st his
lot;
With honour and with state thou hast him crowned.
O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st
him lord;
Thou hast put all under his lordly feet, All flocks and herds, by thy commanding
word,
All beasts that in the field or forest
meet, 20
Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through
the wet Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know
no dearth.
O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth !
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