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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
Psalm VI
XLVII. Richard Gipps
DOE 1 not correct me in thy wrath, O God,
Nor in thy fury let me feele thy rod.
For I am weake, Lord, pittie me therefore;
Lord, heale me, for my very bones are sore.
My soule is troubled, and hath much dismai’d me;        5
But, Lord, how long wilt thou forbeare to aid me?
O turne againe, and me for pitty save,
And my poore soule deliver from the grave.
Shall dead men’s bones to future ages blaze thee?
Or hath the grave’s wide mouth a tongue to praise thee?        10
Each night with mourning I bedew my bed,
And with salt teares my couch is watered.
My sight growes dym: mine eies are sunck, to see
My foes reioyce, and work my miserie.
But now, ye workers of iniquitie,        15
The Lord hath heard my crie; depart from me:
He heares my mournfull lamentation,
And will receive my supplication:
He will confound my foes, and vex them all;
Shame and confusion shall them befall.        20
Note 1. XLVII. Richard Gipps.—Of Gipps nothing more is known than that he has left versions of the first and second Psalms in the MSS. contributed to by the Davisons and Bryan. [back]

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