We insert a few extracts from the original version, which in this refined age will appear rather ludicrous, and unsuited to the dignity of sacred poetry.
Psalm lxxxiv. 12.
Why doost withdrawe thy hand aback,
And hide it in thy lappe?
O plucke it out, and be not slack
To give thy foes a rappe!
Psalm lxviii. 37.
For why? their hearts were nothing bent,
To him nor to his trade.
The miraculous march of Jehovah before the Israelites, through the wilderness, is thus represented by Sternhold.
Psalm lxviii.
When thou didst march before thy folk,
The Egyptians from among,
And brought them from the wilderness,
Which was both wide and long:
The earth did quake, the raine pourde downe,
Heard were great claps of thunder;
The mount Sinai shooke in such a sorte,
As it would cleave in sunder.
Thy heritage with drops of rain
Abundantly was washt;
And if so be it barren was,
By thee it was refresht.