Psalm Paraphrases (1673
ed.)
John Milton
These translated
Psalms
follow Comus:
A
Mask in the 1673 text of Poems
&c. Upon Several Occasions.
Note on the e-text: this Renascence
Editions text was transcribed by Judy Boss of Omaha, Nebraska, and
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| Psalm I. |
Psalm
II. | Psalm III. | Psalm IV. |
Psalm
V. | Psalm VI. |
| Psalm VII.
| Psalm VIII. | Psalm LXXX. | Psalm
LXXXI. | Psalm LXXXII. |
| Psalm
LXXXIII.
| Psalm LXXXIV. | Psalm LXXXV. | Psalm
LXXXVI. |
| Psalm
LXXXVII.
| Psalm LXXXVIII. |
P S A
L. I. Done into Verse, 1653.
Less'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.
P S A
L. II.
Done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzetti.
Hy 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 now 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.
P S A
L.
3. Aug. 9. 1653.
When he
fled from
Absalom.
Ord 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.
P
S A L.
IV. Aug.10. 1653.
Nswer me when I call
God of my righteousness;
In straights and in
distres
Thou didst me disinthrall
And set at large; now
spare,
Now pity me, and
hear my
earnest prai'r.
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.
P
S A L.
V. Aug. 12. 1653.
P
S A L.
VI. Aug.13. 1653.
Ord 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.
P S A
L.
VII. Aug. 14. 1653.
Upon
the words
of Chush the Benjamite against him.
Ord 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.
P
S A L.
VIII. Aug.14. 1653.
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.
April.
1648. J.
M.
Nine of the Psalms
done into Metre,
wherein all
but what is in
a different
Character, are the
very words of
the Text,
translated from the
Original.
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P S A
L.
LXXX.
Hou Shepherd that dost
Israel keep
Give
ear in
time of need,
Who leadest like a
flock
of sheep
Thy
loved
Josephs seed,
That sitt'st
between the
Cherubs bright
Between
their
wings out-spread
Shine forth, and
from
thy cloud give light,
And
on our
foes thy dread.
2 In Ephraims view and
Benjamins,
And in
Manasse's
sight
Awake* thy
strength, come,
and be seen
To
save
us by thy might.
3 Turn us again, thy
grace divine
To
us
O God vouchsafe;
Cause thou thy
face on us
to shine
And
then we
shall be safe.
4 Lord God of Hosts, how
long wilt
thou,
How
long wilt
thou declare
Thy *smoaking
wrath, and
angry brow
Against thy
peoples praire.
5 Thou feed'st them with
the bread
of tears,
Their
bread
with tears they eat,
And mak'st them*
largely drink
the tears
Wherwith
their cheeks are wet.
6 A strife thou mak'st us
and
a prey
To
every neighbour
foe,
Among themselves
they *laugh,
they *play,
And
flouts at
us they throw.
7 Return us, and thy
grace divine,
O God
of Hosts vouchsafe
Cause thou thy
face on us
to shine,
And
then we
shall be safe.
8 A Vine from Ægypt
thou
hast brought,
Thy
free
love made it thine,
And drov'st out
Nations
proud and haut
To
plant this lovely Vine.
9 Thou did'st prepare for
it a
place
And
root it
deep and fast
That it began
to grow
apace,
And
fill'd
the land at last.
10 With her green
shade that cover'd all,
The
Hills were over-spread
Her Bows as high
as Cedars tall
Advanc'd
their lofty head.
11 Her branches on
the western
side
Down
to the
Sea she sent,
And upward
to that
river wide
Her
other branches went.
12 Why hast thou laid her
Hedges
low
And
brok'n down
her Fence,
That all may pluck
her,
as they go,
With
rudest
violence?
13 The tusked
Boar out of
the wood
Up
turns it
by the roots,
Wild Beasts there
brouze,
and make their food
Her
Grapes
and tender Shoots.
14 Return now, God of
Hosts, look
down
From
Heav'n,
thy Seat divine,
Behold us, but
without
a frown,
And
visit this thy
Vine.
15 Visit this Vine, which
thy right
hand
Hath
set, and
planted long,
And the young
branch, that
for thy self
Thou
hast made
firm and strong.
16 But now it is consum'd
with
fire,
And
cut with
Axes down,
They perish at thy
dreadfull
ire,
At thy
rebuke
and frown.
17 Upon the man of thy
right hand
Let
thy good
hand be laid,
Upon the Son of
Man, whom
thou
Strong
for thyself
hast made.
18 So shall we not go
back from
thee
To
wayes
of sin and shame,
Quick'n us thou,
then gladly
wee
Shall
call upon
thy Name.
Return us, and
thy grace
divine
Lord
God of
Hosts voutsafe,
Cause thou thy
face on us
to shine,
And
then we shall
be safe.
P S A
L.
LXXXI.
O God our strength
sing loud, and
clear,
Sing
loud to
God our King,
To Jacobs God, that
all
may hear
Loud
acclamations
ring.
2 Prepare a Hymn, prepare
a Song
The
Timbrel
hither bring
The cheerfull
Psaltry
bring along
And
Harp with
pleasant string.
3 Blow, as is wont,
in the
new Moon
With
Trumpets lofty
sound,
Th' appointed
time, the
day wheron
Our
solemn Feast comes round.
4 This was a Statute giv'n
of
old
For
Israel to
observe
A Law of Jacobs
God, to
hold
From
whence
they might not swerve.
5 This he a Testimony
ordain'd
In
Joseph, not
to change,
When as he pass'd
through
Ægypt land;
The
Tongue I heard,
was strange.
6 From burden, and
from slavish
toyle
I set
his shoulder
free;
His hands from
pots, and
mirie soyle
Deliver'd were by me.
7 When trouble did thee
sore assaile,
On
me then
didst thou call,
And I to free thee
did
not faile,
And
led thee
out of thrall.
I answer'd thee in
*thunder
deep
With
clouds
encompass'd round;
I tri'd thee at
the water steep
Of
Meriba renown'd.
8 Hear O my people, heark'n
well,
I
testifie to
thee
Thou antient
flock of
Israel,
If
thou wilt
list to mee,
9 Through out the land of
thy abode
No
alien God
shall be
Nor shalt thou to
a forein
God
In
honour bend thy
knee.
10 I am the Lord thy God
which
brought
Thee
out of
Ægypt land
Ask large enough,
and I, besought,
Will
grant thy
full demand.
11 And yet my people
would not hear,
Nor
hearken
to my voice;
And Israel whom
I lov'd
so dear
Mislik'd me
for his choice.
12 Then did I leave them
to their
will
And to
their wandring
mind;
Their own conceits
they
follow'd still
Their
own devises
blind.
13 O that my people would
be
wise
To
serve
me all their daies,
And O that Israel
would advise
To
walk
my righteous waies.
14 Then would I soon
bring down
their foes
That
now
so proudly rise,
And turn my hand
against all those
That
are
their enemies.
15 Who hate the Lord
should then
be fain
To
bow
to him and bend,
But they, His
people,
should remain,
Their
time should
have no end.
16 And he would feed them
from
the shock
With
flower
of finest wheat,
And satisfie them
from the
rock
With
Honey for
their Meat.
P S A
L.
LXXXII.
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