Psal 129 (Add. MS. 11744, British Library)
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Transcription
The helish plots of men in rage
Thought to Triumph o're my young age
And wth combind force my peace assailult
So as my hart did almost faile
For on day said I sure they'le prevaile
But thou art my shield & t'was my fault
The Glory of the wicked's as a plant
That both its friuct & leaues doe want
Or gras on rooffes n[?] tops of houses growne
Faid & wither as soone as borne
ButThough sprung o're night die e'r morne
So ill men's days for such is knowne
But hardly shall the vniust way
They take to' afflict the good each day
Haue the effects that they haue will'd
For ther good howres gone gone il one's came
Then did they we laugh at ther shame
Whose wrongs wth sights ther our harts had fil'd
God the eternal garde of those
Whome his paternal loue ha's chose
My greefes as I desired hath ended
Ther plotts he'as broke wth such skill
As malice can could not haue it's will
For his hands from ther's has me defended
Modernized Text
The hellish plots of men in rage
Thought to triumph o'er my young age,
And with combined force my peace assault
So as my heart did almost fail.
One day, said I, sure they'll prevail,
But thou art my shield and t'was my fault.
The glory of the wicked's as a plant
That both its fruit and leaves doe[s] want,
Or grass on tops of houses grown,
Fade and wither as soon as born,
Though sprung o'er night die ere morn:
So ill men's days for such is known.
But hardly shall the unjust way
They take to afflict the good each day
Have the effects that they have willed,
For, their good hours gone, ill ones came.
Then did we laugh at their shame
Whose wrongs with sight our hearts had filled.
God, the eternal guard of those
Whom his paternal love has chose[n],
My griefs as I desired hath ended.
Their plots he's broke[n] with such skill
As malice could not have its will,
For his hands from theirs has me defended.
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