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PSALM 109, by                    
First Line: Since thus, the wicked, thus the fraudulent
Last Line: And guiltless lives from false condemners save


Since thus, the wicked, thus the fraudulent.
Since Lyers thus enforce my blame
O God God of my prayse
Be not in silence pent
For their malicious words against mee rayse
Engines of hate, and causeless battery frame.

Causeless! Ay me! quite contrary to cause
My love they do with hate repay
With treasons lawless spight
They answer friendships lawes
And good with Ill, and help with harm requite
What resteth now but that to Thee I pray.

I pray then What? That lorded at command
Of some vile wretch I may him see
That fitly still his Foe
To thwart his good may stand
That judgd from judgment he condemned go
Yea to his plagues his prayür turned be

That speedy death cutt off his wofull life
Another take his place and part
His children Fatherless
And husbandless his Wife
May wandring begg, and begg in such distresse
Their beggerd homes maybe their best resort

That Usurers may all he hath ensnare
And strangers reape what he hath sown
That none him friend at all
None with compassions care
Embrace his brood, but they to wrack may fall
And fal'n may ly in following age unknown

That not his Own alone, but evry crime
Of Fathers and fore-fathers hand
May in Gods sight abide
Yea to Eternall time
Sin of his Mother and his Mothers Side
May in His mind, who is eternall stand

That he and they may be so farr begott
That neither print of being leave
What humane nature will
For he remembred not
But sought a wretch inhumanely to spill
And would of life an humbled heart bereave

He loved mischeif, mischeif with him go
He did no good, then do him none
Be wretchedness his Cloak
Into him soaking so
As water drunken inwardly dos soake
And oyle through flesh doth search the hidden bone

Be Woe I say his garment large and wide
Fast girt with girdle of the same
So be it, be it aye
Such misery betyde
Unto all such as thirsting my decay
Against my Soul such deadly falsehood frame

But Thou O God, my Lord, so deale with me
As dos thy endless honour fitt
And for Thy glorys sake
Let me delivrance see
For want and woe my life their Object make
And in my breast my heart doth wounded sit

I fade, and fayle, as shade with falling sun
And as the grassehopper is tost
Place after place I leese
While Fast hath nigh undone
The witherd knotts of my disjointed knees
And dryüd flesh all juice and moisture lost

Worse yet, alas, I am their scorn and nodd
When in their presence I me show
But Thou, Thou me uphold
My Lord my gracious God
O save me in thy mercys manifold
Thy hand Thy work make all men on me know.

They curse me still, but blesse Thou when they curse
They rise, but shame shall bring them down
And this my joy shall be
As badd disgrace, or worse
Shall them attyre, than ever clothed me
Training in train a sinfull shameles gown.

Then, then will I Jehovas works relate
Where multitudes their meeting have
Because still nigh at hand
To men in hard estate
He in their most extremitys doth stand
And guiltless lives from false condemners save





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