I Thy heavy hand restrain, (9) (9) Thy heavy hand
     With mercy, Lord, correct; restrain;
   Do not, (1) as if in high disdain, Have mercy, Dr. Gibbs: 
     My helpless soul reject:  Do not, I pray thee,
          
                                              paper stain
2 For how shall I sustain With rhymes retail’d in
  (2)Those ills, which now I bear! dribbs. 
  My vitals are consumed with pain,
  (3)My soul oppress’d with care:  (1)That bit is a most
                                               glorious botch.
                                               (2)The squeaking of a
          
                                     hogrel.

(3)To listen to
thy doggrel.

5 For in the silent grave, } Very true all that. 
     When there I lie obscure,
   No gracious favours I can have,
     Nor magnify Thy power: 

6 Lord, I have pray’d in (1) vain (1)The doctor must
     So long, so much opprest; mean himself, for I hope
   My very (2) cries increase my pain, David never thought so. 
     And tears prevent my rest;
                                               (2)Then he’s a dunce
7 These do my sight impair, for crying. 
     My flowing eyes decay,
   While to my enemies I fear
     Thus (3) to become a prey. (3)That is, he is afraid
                                               of becoming a prey to his
                                               enemies while his eyes
                                               are sore.

8 But, ye vain forces! fly, (4) (4)Fl_o_y. 
     For God, Whom I adore, Why then does he
                                               tell us just before that
                                               he has prayed in vain,
                                               and is afraid of becoming
                                               a prey to his enemies?

9 My impious foes does still destroy,
     When I His aid implore.

10 O Lord, by Thy fierce hand repell’d,
     With sudden shame retire (5) A very proper word
                                               for a man that is repell’d
                                               by a fierce hand.

VII, PSALM OF DAVID: 

When unjustly persecuted,(6) and accused of (6) By Doctor Gibbs. treachery against King Saul.

I O Lord my God, since I repose (7) By chance.  My trust in Thee alone, (7)

   Save and defend me from my foes,
      That furiously come on:  (8) (8) Advance.