Psalms of David 18
18
PSALM XVIII.
L. M.
1No change of times shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been my rock,
A fortress and defence to me.
2Thou my deliv’rer art, my God,
My trust is in thy mighty pow’r:
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard and my tow’r.
3To thee I will address my pray’r,
To whom all praise we justly owe;
So shall I, by thy watchful care,
Be guarded from my treach’rous foe.
4-5By floods of wicked men distress’d,
With seas of sorrow compass’d round;
With dire infernal pangs oppress’d,
In death’s unwieldy fetters bound.
6To heav’n I made my mournful pray’r,
To God address’d my humble moan;
Who graciously inclin’d his ear,
And heard me from his lofty throne.
The Second Part.
7When God arose my part to take,
The conscious earth was struck with fear;
The hills did at his presence shake,
Nor could his dreadful fury bear.
8Thick clouds of smoke dispers’d abroad,
Ensigns of wrath before him came;
Devouring fire around him glow’d,
That coals were kindled at its flame.
9He left the beauteous realms of light,
Whilst heav’n bow’d down its awful head,
Beneath his feet substantial night
Was like a sable carpet spread.
10The chariot of the King of kings,
Which active troops of angels drew,
On a strong tempest’s rapid wings,
With most amazing swiftness flew.
11-12Black wat’ry mists and clouds conspir’d
With thickest shades his face to veil;
But at his brightness soon retir’d,
And fell in show’rs of fire and hail.
13Thro’ heav’n’s wide arch a thund’ring
God’s angry voice did loudly roar;
While earth’s sad face with heaps of ail,
And flakes of fire, was cover’d o’er.
14His sharpen’d arrows round he threw,
Which made his scatter’d foes retreat;
Like darts his nimble lightnings flew,
And quickly finish’d their defeat.
15The deep its secret stores disclos’d,
The world’s foundations naked lay;
By his avenging wrath expos’d,
Which fiercely rag’d that dreadful day.
The Third Part.
16The Lord did on my side engage,
From heav’n, his throne, my cause upheld;
And snatch’d me from the furious rage
Of threat’ning waves that proudly swell’d.
17God his resistless pow’r employ’d,
My strongest foes’ attempts to break;
Who else with ease had soon destroy’d
The weak defence that I could make.
18Their subtil rage had near prevail’d
When I distrest and friendless lay;
But still, when other succours fail’d,
God was my firm support and stay.
19From dangers that inclos’d me round,
He brought me forth and set me free;
For some just cause his goodness found,
That mov’d him to delight in me.
20Because in me no guilt remains,
God does his gracious help extend;
My hands are free from bloody stains,
Therefore the Lord is still my friend.
21-22For I his judgments kept in sight,
In his just paths I always trod;
I never did his statutes slight,
Nor loosely wander’d from my God.
23-24But still my soul, sincere and pure,
Did e’en from darling sins refrain;
His favours, therefore, yet endure,
Because my heart and hands are clean.
The Fourth Part.
25-26Thou suit’st, O Lord, thy righteous ways
To various paths of human kind;
They, who for mercy merit praise,
With thee shall wondrous mercy find.
Thou to the just shalt justice show,
The pure thy purity shall see;
Such as perversely choose to go,
Shall meet with due returns from thee.
27-28That he the humble soul will save,
Andcrush the haughty’s boasted might,
In me the Lord an instance gave,
Whose darkness he has turn’d to light.
29On his firm succour I relied,
And did o’er num’rous foes prevail;
Nor fear’d, whilst he was on my side,
The best defended walls to scale.
30For God’s designs shall still succeed;
His word will bear the utmost test:
He’s a strong shield to all that need,
And on his sure protection rest.
31Who then deserves to be ador’d,
But God, on whom my hopes depend?
Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless pow’r defend?
The Fifth Part.
32-33’Tis God that girds my armour on,
And all my just designs fulfils;
Through him my feet can swiftly run,
And nimbly climb the steepest hills.
34Lessons of war from him I take,
And manly weapons learn to wield;
Strong bows of steel with ease I break,
Forc’d by my stronger arms to yield.
35The buckler of his saving health
Protects me from assaulting foes;
His hand sustains me still, my wealth
And greatness from his bounty flows.
36M; goings he enlarg’d abroad, ill then to narrow paths confin’d;
And, when in slipp’ry ways I trod,
The method of my steps design’d.
37Through him I num’rous hosts defeat,
And flying squadrons captive take;
Nor from my fierce pursuit retreat,
Till I a final conquest make.
38Cover’d with wounds, in vain they try
Their vanquish’d heads again to rear;
Spite of their boasted strength they lie
Beneath my feet, and grovel there.
39God, when fresh armies take the field,
Recruits my strength, my courage warms;
He makes my strong opposers yield,
Subdu’d by my prevailing arms.
40Through him the necks of prostrate foes
My conquering feet in triumph press;
Aided by him, I root out those
Who hate and envy my success.
41With loud complaints all friends they tried,
But none was able to defend;
At length to God for help they cried,
But God would no assistance lend.
42Like flying dust which winds pursue,
Their broken troops I scatter’d round,
Their slaughter’d bodies forth I threw,
Like loathsome dirt that clogs the ground.
The Sixth Part.
43Our factious tribes, at strife till now,
By God’s appointment me obey;
The heathen to my sceptre bow,
And foreign nations own my sway.
44Remotest realms their homage send,
When my successful name they hear;
Strangers for my commands attend,
Charm’d with respect, or aw’d by fear.
45All to my summons tamely yield,
Or soon in battle are dismay’d;
For stronger holds they quit the field,
And j in strongest holds afraid.
46Let the eternal Lord be prais’d,
The rock on whose defence I rest;
O’er highest heav’ns his Name be rais’d,
Who me with his salvation blest.
47’Tis God that still supports my right,
His just revenge my foes pursues;
’Tis he that with resistless might
Fierce nations to my yoke subdues.
48My universal safeguard he,
From whom my lasting honours flow;
He made me great, and set me free
From my remorseless bloody foe.
49Therefore to celebrate his fame
My grateful voice to heav’n I’ll raise;
And nations, strangers to his Name,
Shall thus be taught to sing his praise:
50God to his king deliv’rance sends,
Shews his anointed signal grace;
His mercy evermore extends
To David and his promis’d race.
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Psalms of David 18: MP1696
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published 1696, improved 1698.
Psalms of David 18
18
PSALM XVIII.
L. M.
1No change of times shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been my rock,
A fortress and defence to me.
2Thou my deliv’rer art, my God,
My trust is in thy mighty pow’r:
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard and my tow’r.
3To thee I will address my pray’r,
To whom all praise we justly owe;
So shall I, by thy watchful care,
Be guarded from my treach’rous foe.
4-5By floods of wicked men distress’d,
With seas of sorrow compass’d round;
With dire infernal pangs oppress’d,
In death’s unwieldy fetters bound.
6To heav’n I made my mournful pray’r,
To God address’d my humble moan;
Who graciously inclin’d his ear,
And heard me from his lofty throne.
The Second Part.
7When God arose my part to take,
The conscious earth was struck with fear;
The hills did at his presence shake,
Nor could his dreadful fury bear.
8Thick clouds of smoke dispers’d abroad,
Ensigns of wrath before him came;
Devouring fire around him glow’d,
That coals were kindled at its flame.
9He left the beauteous realms of light,
Whilst heav’n bow’d down its awful head,
Beneath his feet substantial night
Was like a sable carpet spread.
10The chariot of the King of kings,
Which active troops of angels drew,
On a strong tempest’s rapid wings,
With most amazing swiftness flew.
11-12Black wat’ry mists and clouds conspir’d
With thickest shades his face to veil;
But at his brightness soon retir’d,
And fell in show’rs of fire and hail.
13Thro’ heav’n’s wide arch a thund’ring
God’s angry voice did loudly roar;
While earth’s sad face with heaps of ail,
And flakes of fire, was cover’d o’er.
14His sharpen’d arrows round he threw,
Which made his scatter’d foes retreat;
Like darts his nimble lightnings flew,
And quickly finish’d their defeat.
15The deep its secret stores disclos’d,
The world’s foundations naked lay;
By his avenging wrath expos’d,
Which fiercely rag’d that dreadful day.
The Third Part.
16The Lord did on my side engage,
From heav’n, his throne, my cause upheld;
And snatch’d me from the furious rage
Of threat’ning waves that proudly swell’d.
17God his resistless pow’r employ’d,
My strongest foes’ attempts to break;
Who else with ease had soon destroy’d
The weak defence that I could make.
18Their subtil rage had near prevail’d
When I distrest and friendless lay;
But still, when other succours fail’d,
God was my firm support and stay.
19From dangers that inclos’d me round,
He brought me forth and set me free;
For some just cause his goodness found,
That mov’d him to delight in me.
20Because in me no guilt remains,
God does his gracious help extend;
My hands are free from bloody stains,
Therefore the Lord is still my friend.
21-22For I his judgments kept in sight,
In his just paths I always trod;
I never did his statutes slight,
Nor loosely wander’d from my God.
23-24But still my soul, sincere and pure,
Did e’en from darling sins refrain;
His favours, therefore, yet endure,
Because my heart and hands are clean.
The Fourth Part.
25-26Thou suit’st, O Lord, thy righteous ways
To various paths of human kind;
They, who for mercy merit praise,
With thee shall wondrous mercy find.
Thou to the just shalt justice show,
The pure thy purity shall see;
Such as perversely choose to go,
Shall meet with due returns from thee.
27-28That he the humble soul will save,
Andcrush the haughty’s boasted might,
In me the Lord an instance gave,
Whose darkness he has turn’d to light.
29On his firm succour I relied,
And did o’er num’rous foes prevail;
Nor fear’d, whilst he was on my side,
The best defended walls to scale.
30For God’s designs shall still succeed;
His word will bear the utmost test:
He’s a strong shield to all that need,
And on his sure protection rest.
31Who then deserves to be ador’d,
But God, on whom my hopes depend?
Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless pow’r defend?
The Fifth Part.
32-33’Tis God that girds my armour on,
And all my just designs fulfils;
Through him my feet can swiftly run,
And nimbly climb the steepest hills.
34Lessons of war from him I take,
And manly weapons learn to wield;
Strong bows of steel with ease I break,
Forc’d by my stronger arms to yield.
35The buckler of his saving health
Protects me from assaulting foes;
His hand sustains me still, my wealth
And greatness from his bounty flows.
36M; goings he enlarg’d abroad, ill then to narrow paths confin’d;
And, when in slipp’ry ways I trod,
The method of my steps design’d.
37Through him I num’rous hosts defeat,
And flying squadrons captive take;
Nor from my fierce pursuit retreat,
Till I a final conquest make.
38Cover’d with wounds, in vain they try
Their vanquish’d heads again to rear;
Spite of their boasted strength they lie
Beneath my feet, and grovel there.
39God, when fresh armies take the field,
Recruits my strength, my courage warms;
He makes my strong opposers yield,
Subdu’d by my prevailing arms.
40Through him the necks of prostrate foes
My conquering feet in triumph press;
Aided by him, I root out those
Who hate and envy my success.
41With loud complaints all friends they tried,
But none was able to defend;
At length to God for help they cried,
But God would no assistance lend.
42Like flying dust which winds pursue,
Their broken troops I scatter’d round,
Their slaughter’d bodies forth I threw,
Like loathsome dirt that clogs the ground.
The Sixth Part.
43Our factious tribes, at strife till now,
By God’s appointment me obey;
The heathen to my sceptre bow,
And foreign nations own my sway.
44Remotest realms their homage send,
When my successful name they hear;
Strangers for my commands attend,
Charm’d with respect, or aw’d by fear.
45All to my summons tamely yield,
Or soon in battle are dismay’d;
For stronger holds they quit the field,
And j in strongest holds afraid.
46Let the eternal Lord be prais’d,
The rock on whose defence I rest;
O’er highest heav’ns his Name be rais’d,
Who me with his salvation blest.
47’Tis God that still supports my right,
His just revenge my foes pursues;
’Tis he that with resistless might
Fierce nations to my yoke subdues.
48My universal safeguard he,
From whom my lasting honours flow;
He made me great, and set me free
From my remorseless bloody foe.
49Therefore to celebrate his fame
My grateful voice to heav’n I’ll raise;
And nations, strangers to his Name,
Shall thus be taught to sing his praise:
50God to his king deliv’rance sends,
Shews his anointed signal grace;
His mercy evermore extends
To David and his promis’d race.
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:
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published 1696, improved 1698.