14 Then would I soon bring down their foes, That now so proudly rise; And turn my hand against all those 15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain 16 And he would feed them from the shock With flour of finest wheat, And satisfy them from the rock PSALM LXXXII. 1 GOD in the great assembly stands 2 How long will ye pervert the right 3 Regard the weak and fatherless, 4 Defend the poor and desolate, 5 They know not, nor will understand, The earth's foundations all are moved, 6 I said that ye were gods, yea all The sons of God Most High; 7 But ye shall die like men, and fall As other princes die. 8 Rise, God; judge thou the earth in might, This wicked earth redress; For thou art he who shall by right The nations all possess. PSALM LXXXIII. 1 BE not thou silent now at length, 2 For lo, thy furious foes now swell, And they that hate thee, proud and fell, 3 Against thy people they contrive 4 Come, let us cut them off, say they, That Israel's name for ever may 5 For they consult with all their might, 6 The tents of Edom, and the brood Moab, with them of Hagar's blood 7 Gebal and Ammon, there conspire, The Philistines, and they of Tyre, 8 With them great Ashur also bands, All these have lent their armed hands 9 Do to them as to Midian bold, Thou didst to Jabin's host, 11 As Zeb and Oreb evil sped, 12 For they amidst their pride have said, 13 My God, oh make them as a wheel, Like stubble from the wind. 14 As when an aged wood takes fire The greedy flame runs higher and higher, 15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue, And with thy tempest chase; 16 And, till they yield thee honour due, Lord, fill with shame their face. 17 Ashamed, and troubled, let them be, Troubled, and shamed for ever; Ever confounded, and so die With shame, and scape it never. 18 Then shall they know, that thou, whose name Jehovah is alone, Art the Most High, and thou the same, O'er all the earth art One. PSALM LXXXIV. 1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair! Where thou dost dwell so near! 2 My soul doth long and almost die 3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong, Hath found a house of rest; The swallow there to lay her young Hath built her brooding nest; And home they fly from round the coasts 4 Happy, who in thy house reside, Where thee they ever praise! 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways! 6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, As through a fruitful watery dale, 7 They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Sion do appear. 8 Lord God of hosts, hear now my prayer, O Jacob's God, give ear; 9 Thou, God, our shield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear. 10 For one day in thy courts to be, Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, 11 For God the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld 12 Lord God of hosts, that reignest on high, PSALM LXXXV. 1 THY land to favour graciously 2 The iniquity thou didst forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed, From thy fierce wrath, which we had proved 4 God of our saving health and peace, Thine indignation cause to cease 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend |