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6 Thou in the loweft pit profound
Haft fet me allforlorn, Where thickeft darknefs hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.
7 Thy wrath, from ivhich no jlulterfavcs,
Full fore doth prefs on me;
Thou break'ft upon me all thy ways,
And all thy waves break me.
8 Thou doft my friends from me eftrange,
And mak'ft me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,
And I here pent up thus.
9 Through forrow, and affliction great,
Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord, all the day I thee intreat,
My hands to thee I fpread.
JO Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arife
And praife thee from their loathfome bed
With pale and hollozv eyes ?
1 1 Shall they thy loving kindnefs tell
On whom the grave hath hold,
Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulnefs unfold?
12 In darknefs can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous a6ts be known,
Thy juftice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion ?
13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
Ere yet my life hefpent,
And up to thee my pray'r doth hie,
Each morn, and thee prevent.