The Psalms - Ferrar Fenton Bible Translation page 677
The Psalms, Solomon and Sacred Writers
PSALMS.
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For the King puts his trust in the LORD,
And moves not (rom the Almighty's love.
So Your hand shall seize those who oppose,-
Your right hand find all those who hate,
And throw them like fuel to fire,
At the time when the LORD in His rage,
Consumes and devours them like flame ;
Makes their produce to fail from the Band,
And their raee from the sons of Mankind,
For the evil they pnrposed to You,
Which they planned as a futile device.
So break all their backs by~Your might,
And before them be valiant and bold.
Be exalted O LORD in Your strength,
And we will sing Psalms to Your might.
PS ALM 22.
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:5 ,}\ }9¤¤1m hg · @ahiiI. S·rANzA 1. Why am I left, My Gon, My Gon, Why far from help my morning words ? GOD answers not my daily cry, And night can bring no rest to me. STANZA 2. But You are safe, enthroned on Israe1’s praise; Our fathers hoped on You; they hoped, and You relieved. They shrieked,—-and You set free, They hoped and were not shamed, But l’m a worm, and not a man, By men despised,—the people scorn. All seeing laugh and mock, They sneer, and shake the head, ‘ He hoped jm-10vAH would relieve, Now let Him save him if He choose! Srauzn 3. Yet You brought from the womb, Placed on my mother’s knees, On You I trusted from my birth, My GOD from mother's breast. Oh leave not in distress, Come near to give me aid; Ten thousand bulls surround, The beasts of Bashan close; Extending mouths for me, The Lions tear and roar. S·rANzA 4. Like water, I’m poured out, My bones torn from their joints, My heart become like wax, My strength, dry, rotten, wood : My tongue sticks to my jaw, My lips have dust of death! Mad dogs tear all around, They pierce my hands and feet: 678
