Psal 9 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
Lord wouldst thou make my hart more fitt
Thy wondrous workes of wonder I would I'le shew by itt
So should I prayse thy great name most High thy name
That turne'd myn enimys backe wth shame
My rightious cause then thou wilt owne
When thou assendest Justice throne
But The wicked men shall receaue thiser dome
They & ther names shall graue in tombe
As he distruction lou'ed as Cittys ren'd
As ther Whos memorialsys gone so his shal end
But Lord the throne wher thou dost sitt
Justice & Truth enuirones itt
Though thus his powre is sett on high
Receaues the poore distressed to him that crie
Who knowes thy name in thee will trust
Lord thou neu'er wilt for sake the iust
You who in habitt on Zion's mount
Shew forth his acts his prayse recount
He when in he his cirquet he goes about
He heares the'humbles sutes but blood [illegible deletion] seeks out
Heare me then Lord for t'is soe wth me now
Free me from my troubles & haiters too
This He can doe this who powre hath
Of life & shuts the gates of death
To Zion's virgins I will show
What prayse is for saluation due
The plotters fel in pits they made
Ther feet's intrapt in snaires they laid
Thy iudgments Lord are then best taught
When men in their owne snaires are caught
They haue in Hell ther sure aboade
Wth all those that forgitt ther god
And though the needy seeme forgott
Ther expectations perish nott
Lett nott thes miscreants Lord prevaile
Judge them that here beares vp ther faile
And puttll them downe wth feares, so then
They shall be taught they are but men
Modernized Text
Lord, would'st thou make my heart more fit,
Thy wondrous workes I'll shew by it.
So should I praise most high thy name
That turn'd mine enemies back with shame.
My righteous cause then thou wilt own
When thou ascendest Justice's throne.
The wicked shall receive their doom;
They and their names shall grave entomb.
As he destruction lovéd cities rent
Whose memory's gone, so his shall end.
But, Lord, the throne where thou dost sit,
Justice and truth environs it;
Though thus His power is set on high,
Receives the poor distressed that cry.
Who knows thy name in thee will trust:
Lord, thou ne'er wilt forsake the just.
You, [of he] who inhabits Zion's mount,
Show forth his acts, his praise recount
When he his circuit goes about
Hears th'humble's suits but blood seeks out.
Hear, Lord, for t'is so with me now:
Free me from troubles and haters too.
This He can do who power hath
Of life and shuts the gates of death.
To Zion's virgins I will show
What praise is for salvation due.
The plotters fell in pits they made
Ther feet's entrapt in snares they laid.
Thy judgments, Lord, are then best taught
When men in their own snares are caught.
They have in hell their sure abode,
With all those that forget ther God,
And though the needy seem forgot
Their expectations perish not.
Let not these miscreants, Lord, prevail;
Judge them that here bears up their fail[?]
And pull them down with fears, so then
They shall be taught they are but men.
