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D. R. Gre B.s.
No fears shall then my soul depress *,
Though thus my enemies increase :
 And therefore now arise, O Lord",
And graciously thy help afford.
And thus  to grant a sure defence Belongs to God’s  omnipotence.
But you, my frail  malicious foes,
Who do my power despise,
* Deprease, Loard, Scotice.
 He desires God's help
because he is not afraid of his
enemies; others, I think, usu-
ally desire it when they are
 The doctor has a mighty
affection for the particle thus:
he uses it four times in this
(the 3d) Psalm, and too times
in other places; and always
. That is as much as to
say, that he that can do ah.
things can defend a man; which
I take to be an undoubted
 Are they malicious out of frailty, or frail out of malice?
Since those alone the Lord has blest
Who do from sin refrain,
He therefore grants what I request ,
And hears when I  complain.
Then shall my soul with more divine
And solid joys abound;
Than they with stores of corn and wine,
Those earthly riches, crown'd .
 That is, they say false
things falsely.—I will discover
the doctor's secret of making
coherence and connexions in
the Psalms, that he brags of in
his title and preface: he lays
violent hands on certain parti-
cles (such as, and, when, since,
for, but, thus, so, &c.) and
presses them to his service on
all occasions, sore against their
wills, and without any regard
whether the sense will admit
them or not.
 It is plain the doctorne-
wer requested to be a poet.
. If your requests be
granted, why do you complain?
 I have heard of a crown
or garland of corn; but a
crown of wine is new, and can
hardly be explained, unless we
suppose the wine to be in
And thus confiding, Lord, in thee,
I take my calm repose ;
For thou each night protectest me,
From all my  treacherous foes.
Thy heavy hand restrain;
 With mercy, Lord, correct:
Do not ( as if in high disdain)
My helpless soul reject.
For how shall I sustain  Those ills which now I bear?
My vitals are consum'd with pain,  My soul oppress'd with care!
DR. GIB BS, Lord, I have pray'd in  wain, So long, so much opprest; My very  cries increase my pain, And tears prevent my rest:
These do my sight impair,
And flowing eyes decay;
While to my enemies I fear
Thus  to become a prey.
If I’ve not spard him, though he's grown
My causeless  enemy;
Then let my life and fortune  crown
Become to him a prey.
But, Lord, thy kind assistance  lend;
Arise in my defence;
According to thy laws  contend
For injur'd innocence.
D R. GIB B se
That all the nations that oppose
May then confess thy power;
Therefore assist my righteous cause,
That they may thee adore :
For equal judgment, Lord, to thee,
The nations  all submit;
Be therefore  merciful to me,
And my just soul acquit .
Thus, by God's gracious providence ,
I'm still preserv'd secure,
Who all the good and just defends
With a resistless  power.