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The TRANSLATION of the CXXXVIIth
WHEN as we sat all sad and desolate,
Our harps we had brought with us to the field,
But soon we found we fail'd of our account,
Did cause afresh our wounds to bleed again;
So that with present griefs, and future fears,
As for our harps, since sorrow struck them dumb, We hang'd them on the willow-trees were near; Yet did our cruel masters to us come,
Asking of us some Hebrew songs to hear:
Alas, said we, who can once force or frame
In banishment, under a foreign king?
In Sion is his seat and dwelling place,
Jerusalem, where God his throne hath set,
Shall any hour absent thee from my mind?
Then let my voice and words no passage find;
Remember thou, O Lord, the cruel cry
Of Edom's children, which did ring and sound, Inciting the Chaldean's cruelty,
"Down with it, down with it, even unto the ground."
And thou, O Babylon, shalt have thy turn
That thy proud walls and tow'rs shall waste and burn,
Yea, happy he, that takes thy children's bones,
The TRANSLATION of the CXLIXth PSALM.
O SING a new song to our God above,
Avoid prophane ones, 'tis for holy quire: Let Israel sing songs of holy love
To him that made them, with their hearts on fire :
Let not your voice alone his praise forth tell,
But on your secret beds your spirits raise.
THE END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.