Save me O God for mighty floods

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Save me, O God, for mighty Floods Rush in unto my Soul.

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In Depths of Mire, and Seas, I sink, Where Surges o'er me rowl.

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I'm weary with my constant Cries, My Throat is parch'd with Heat; Mine Eyes, with Expectation, fail, While for my God I wait.

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More than the Hairs upon my Head, My causeless Haters are; They're mighty, who, most wrongfully, To shed my Blood would care:

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Then, what I took not, I restor'd. For Peace gave up my Right. O God, thou know'st my Foolishnes, My Sins are in thy Sight.

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Lord, God of Host, let none, that wait On Thee, be put to shame. For my sake; nor, O Isr'els God, Despair, that seek thy Name.

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For thy sake, I have borne Reproach; My Face with Shame is spread.

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My Brethren, of my Mother born, Of me a Stranger made.

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Zeal, for the Honour of thy House, Hath quite consumed me; On me hath fallen the Reproach, Which they have aim'd at Thee.

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When I, with Fasts, my Soul chastis'd, Before Thee wept, and mourn'd; My many Tears, and Abstinence, To my Reproach they turn'd.

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I Sackcloth made my Robes; for this I was their Proverb long.

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The Judges me revil'd, and I Was made the Drunkard's Song,

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But, Lord, in an accepted Time, To Thee, I made my Pray'r; O God, in thy Salvation's Truth, And many Mercies hear,

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Deliver me out of the Mire, Let it not prove my Grave; From all my Haters rescue me. And from deep Waters save.

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Nor Floods to overflow, nor Deeps To swallow me, permit; Nor let the Mouth, upon me close, Of the voracious Pit.

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Thy Loving- kindness doth excel, Hear then, O Lord, my Pray'r; O turn to me, as manifold Thy tender Mercies are.

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Hide not thy Face, for I'm distress'd; But speedily me hear.

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And to redeem me from my Foes, Unto my Soul draw near.

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All my Reproach is known to Thee, My Shame, and my Disgrace; My Adversaries, and their Plots, Are all before thy Face.

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Reproach hath broke my heavy Heart; And when I look'd around. For some to pity, there was none, No Comforter I found.

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Thirsty, they Vinegar to drink. And Gall, gave me, for Food.

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Their Table shall become their Snare; Their Trap, what should be good.

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Their Eyes be dark, lest they should see Their Loins be made to shake.

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Thy Fury shall on them be pour'd, Thy Wrath hold on them take.

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Their Palace, and their Tents, be waste; That they may none receive;

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They persecute Whom thou had smote; With Words thy wounded grieve.

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They Sin to Sin shall add, till they No Part in Mercy claim.

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Thou, from the Book of Life, shalt blot, And from the Just, their Name.

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I'm poor, distress'd, Salvation gran; Set me, O God, on high.

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I'll praise the Name of God, with Songs With Thanks, him magnify.

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This shall be pleasing to the Lord, And better in his Eyes, Than any Ox, or Bullock young. That's ripe for Sacrifice.

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The Meek, with Gladness, shall behold The Safety I obtain; Your Heart, who truly seek the Lord, Shall Life, and Comfort gain.

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Because the Lord will hear the Poor, And set his Pris'ners free:

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Let Heav'n, Earth, Seas, and all therein, To praise his Name agree.

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For God will Judah's Cities build, And his lov'd Sion save; His People there shall safely dwell, And sure Possession have.

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His Servant's Seed inherit shall What falleth to their Share; And they that love his Name shall dwell, In Peace, and Safety there.