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Poems · John Milton

Poems, Psalms 1

PSAL. I. Done into Verſe, 1653.

BLeſs'd is the man who hath not walk'd aſtray

In counſel of the wicked, and ith' way

Of ſinners hath not ſtood, and in the ſeat

Of ſcorners hath not sate. But in the great

Jehovahs Law is ever his delight,

And in his Law he ſtudies day and night.

He ſhall be as a tree which planted grows

By watry ſtreams, and in his ſeaſon knows

To yield his fruit, and his leaf ſhall not fall,

And what he takes in hand ſhall proſper all.

Not ſo the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd

The wind drives, ſo the wicked ſhall not ſtand

In judgment, or abide their tryal then,

Nor ſinners in th' aſſembly of juſt men.

For the Lord knows th' upright way of the juſt,

And the way of bad men to ruine muſt.

PSAL. II. Done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzetti.

WHy do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations

muſe a vain thing, the Kings of th' earth upſtand

With power, and Princes in their Congregations

Lay deep their plots together through each Land,

Againſt the Lord and his Meſſiah dear

Let us break off, ſay they, by ſtrength of hand

Their bonds, and caſt from us, no more to wear,

Their twiſted cords: he who in Heaven doth dwell

Shall laugh, the Lord ſhall ſcoff them, then ſevere

Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell

And fierce ire trouble them; but I ſaith hee

anointed have my King (though ye rebell)

On Sion my holi' hill. A firm decree

I will declare; the Lord to me hath ſay'd

Thou art my Son I have begotten thee

This day; ask of me, and the grant is made;

As thy poſſeſſion I on thee beſtow

Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueſt to be ſway'd

Earths utmoſt bounds: them ſhalt thou bring full low

With Iron Scepter bruis'd, and them diſperſe

Like to a potters veſſel ſhiver'd ſo.

And …ow be wiſe at length ye Kings averſe

Be taught ye Judges of the earth; with fear

Jehovah ſerve, and let your joy converſe

With trembling; kiſs the Son leaſt he appear

In anger and ye periſh in the way

If once his wrath take fire like fuel ſere.

Happy all thoſe who have in him their ſtay.

PSAL. 3. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from Abſalom.

LOrd how many are my foes

How many thoſe

That in arms againſt me rise

Many are they

That of my life diſtruſtfully thus ſay,

No help for him in God there lies.

But thou Lord art my ſhield my glory,

Thee through my ſtory

Th' exalter of my head I count

Aloud I cry'd

Unto Jehovah, he full ſoon reply'd

And heard me from his holy mount.

I lay and ſlept, I wak'd again,

For my ſuſtain

Was the Lord. Of many millions

The populous rout

I fear not though incamping round about

They pitch againſt me their Pavillions.

Riſe Lord, ſave me my God for thou

Haſt ſmote ere now

On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Of men abhor'd

Haſt broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord

Thy bleſſing on thy people flows.

PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.

ANſwer me when I call

God of my righteouſneſs

In ſtraights and in diſtreſs

Thou didſt me diſinthrall

And ſet at large; now ſpare,

Now pity me, and hear my earneſt prai'….

Great ones how long will ye

My glory have in ſcorn

How long be thus forborn

Still to love vanity,

To love, to ſeek, to prize

Things falſe and vain and nothing elſe but lies?

Yet know the Lord hath choſe

Choſe to himſelf a part

The good and meek of heart

(For whom to chuſe he knows)

Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voyce what time to him I crie.

Be aw…d, and do not ſin,

Speak▪ to your hearts alone,

Upon your beds, each one,

And be at peace within.

Offer the offerings juſt

Of righteouſneſs and in Jehovah truſt.

Many there be that ſay

Who yet will ſhew us good?

Talking like this worlds brood;

But Lord, thus let me pray,

On us lift up the light

Lift up the favour of thy count' nance bright.

Into my heart more joy

And gladneſs thou haſt put

Then when a year of glut

Their ſtores doth over-cloy

And from their plenteous grounds

With vaſt increaſe their corn and wine abounds

In peace at once will I

Both lay me down and ſleep

For thou alone doſt keep

Me ſafe where ere I lie

As in a rocky Cell

Thou Lord alone in ſafety mak'ſt me dwell.

PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.

JEhovah to my words give ear

My meditation waigh

The voyce of my complaining hear

My King and God for unto thee I pray.

Jehovah thou my early voyce

Shalt in the morning hear

Ith' morning I to thee with choyce

Will rank my Prayers, and watch till thou appear.

For thou art not a God that takes

In wickedneſs delight

Evil with thee no biding makes

Fools or mad men ſtand not within thy sight.

All workers of iniquity

Thou hat'ſt; and them unbleſt

Thou wilt deſtroy that ſpeak a ly

The bloodi' and guileful man God doth deteſt.

But I will in thy mercies dear

Thy numerous mercies go

Into thy houſe; I in thy fear

Will towards thy holy temple worſhip low

Lord lead me in thy righteouſneſs

Lead me becauſe of thoſe

That do obſerve If I tranſgreſs

Set thy wayes right before, where my ſtep goes.

For in his faltring mouth unſtable

No word is firm or ſooth

Their inſide, troubles miſerable;

An open grave their throat, their tongue they ſ…

God; find them guilty, let them fall

By their own counſels quell'd;

Puſh them in their rebellions all

Still on; for againſt thee they have rebell'd;

Then all who truſt in thee ſhall bring

Their joy, while thou from blame

Defend'ſt them, they ſhall ever ſing

d ſhall triumph in thee, who love thy name.

For thou Jehovah wilt be found

To bleſs the juſt man ſtill,

As with a ſhield thou wilt ſurround

Him with thy laſting favour and good wil

PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.

LOrd in thine anger do not reprehend me

Nor in thy hot diſpleaſure me correct;

Pity me Lord for I am much deject

Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,

For all my bones, that even with anguiſh ake,

Are troubled, yea my ſoul is troubled ſore

And thou O Lord how long? turn Lord, reſtore

My ſoul, O ſave me for thy goodneſs ſake

For in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praiſe?

Wearied I am with ſighing out my dayes,

Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea;

My Bed I water with my tears, mine Eie

Through grief conſumes, is waxen old and dark

Ith' mid'ſt of all mine enemies that mark.

Depart all ye that work iniquitie.

Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping

The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prai'r

My ſupplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.

Mine enemies ſhall all be blank and daſh't

With much confuſion; then grow red with ſhame,

They ſhall return in haſt the way they came

And in a moment ſhall be quite abaſh't.

PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Chuſh the Benjamite againſt him.

LOrd my God to thee I flie

Save me and ſecure me under

Thy protection while I crie,

Leaſt as a Lion (and no wonder)

He haſt to tear my Soul aſunder

Tearing and no reſcue nigh.

Lord my God if I have thought

Or done this, if wickedneſs

Be in my hands, if I have wrought

Ill to him that meant me peace,

Or to him have render'd leſs,

And not fre'd my foe for naught;

Let th' enemy purſue my ſoul

And overtake it, let him tread

My life down to the earth and roul

In the duſt my glory dead,

In the duſt and there out ſpread

Lodge it with diſhonour foul.

Riſe Jehovah in thine ire

Rouze thy ſelf amidſt the rage

Of my foes that urge like fire;

And wake for me, their furi' aſſwage;

Judgment here thou didſt ingage

And command which I deſire.

So th' aſſemblies of each Nation

Will ſurround thee, ſeeking right,

Thence to thy glorious habitation

Return on high and in their ſight.

Jehovah judgeth moſt upright

All people from the worlds foundation.

Judge me Lord, be judge in this

According to my righteouſneſs

And the innocence which is

Upon me: cauſe at length to ceaſe

Of evil men the wickedneſs

And their power that do amiſs.

But the juſt eſtabliſh faſt,

Since thou art the juſt God that tries

Hearts and reins. On God is caſt

My defence, and in him lies

In him who both juſt and wiſe

Saves th' upright of Heart at laſt.

God is a juſt Judge and ſevere,

And God is every day offended;

If th' unjuſt will not forbear,

His Sword he whets, his Bow hath bended

Already, and for him intended

The tools of death, that waits him near.

(His arrows purpoſely made he

For them that perſecute.) Behold

He travels big with vanitie,

Trouble he hath conceav'd of old

As in a womb, and from that mould

Hath at length brought forth a Lie.

He dig'd a pit, and delv'd 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 undelay'd

Fall on his crown with ruine ſteep.

Then will I Jehovah's praiſe

According to his juſtice raiſe

And ſing the Name and Deitie

Of Jehovah the moſt high.

PSAL. VIII. Aug. 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 th' enemy, and ſlack th'avengers brow

That bends his rage thy providence to oppoſe

When I behold thy Heavens, thy Fingers art,

The Moon and Starrs which thou ſo bright haſt ſet,

In the pure firmament, then ſaith my heart,

O what is man that thou remembreſt yet,

And think'ſt upon him; or of man begot

That him thou viſit'ſt and of him art found;

Scarce to be leſs then Gods, thou mad'ſt his lot,

With honour and with ſtate thou haſt him crown'd.

O're 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 forreſt meet.

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.