[Footnote 186: This 'not' is self-evidently required. G.] PSALM X. Why standest Thou O Lord! so farr away And hids't Thy face when trubles mee dismay? The wicked for his lust the poore man spoyles; Lord! take him in the trap of his owne wiles. Hee makes his boaste of his profane desires Contemninge God, while hee himselfe admires: Hee is soe proud, that God hee setts at naught, Nay rather, God comes neuer in his thought. Thy judgements Lord, are farr aboue his sight This makes him to esteeme his foes soe light, And in his hart to say, I cannot fall, Nor can misfortune light on mee at all: His mouth is full of execrat[i]ons vile; Under his tongue doth sit ungodly guile; Close in the corners of the waies he lies, And lurkes, and waits, the simple to surprize: Euen as a lyon lurkinge in his den, To assault and murther innocent poore men; Gainst whom his eyes maliciously are sett, To catch them when they fall into his nett. Himselfe hee humbles, bowes, and crouchinge stands Till poore men fall into his powerfull hands; Then, in his heart hee sayth 'God hath forgott: Hee turnes away his face and sees it not.' Arise O Lord! and lift Thy hand on high, The poore forgett not which oppressèd ly: For why should wicked men blaspheme Thee thus 'Tush! God is carelesse and regards not us'? Surely Thou seest the wronge which they haue done, And all oppressions underneath the sunne; To Thee alone the poore his cause commends As th' only freind of him that wanteth freinds. Lord! breake the power of the malicious minde Take ill away, and Thou not ill shalt finde. The Lord is kinge, and doth for euer raigne, Nor miscreants shall within His Land remaine; Hee hearkeneth to the poore, but first prepareth Their hearts to pray; then their petition heareth: That Hee poore orphans, may both help and saue, That worldly men on them no power may haue. PSALM XI. I trust in God: to mee why should you say, 'Fly like a bird to mountaines farr away'? Their bowes and arrowes wicked men prepare, To peirce the hearts of them that faithfull are: Euen him whome God hath made a corner-stone They haue cast downe; but what hath Hee misdone? God in His holy temple doth remaine, The heauen of HEAUENS: where Hee doth sitt and raigne. Upon the poore He casteth downe His eye, The sonnes of MEN He doth discerne and trie; The just and righteous men Hee doth approue, But hateth synners which their sinnes doe loue; On them He rayneth snares, brimstone and fire, This is their cup, their wages, and their hire; The righteous GOD loues him whose way is right, And on the just His gracious eye doth light. PSALM XII.