Complete Poetry and Selected Prose of John Milton

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by John Milton


  Thou hast made firm and strong.

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  16

  But now it is consum’d with fire,

  And cut with Axes down.

  They perish at thy dreadfull ire,

  At thy rebuke and frown.

  17

  Upon the man of thy right hand

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  Let thy good hand be laid,

  Upon the Son of Man, whom thou

  Strong for thy self hast made.

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  So shall we not go back from thee

  To wayes of sin and shame,

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  Quick’n us thou, then gladly wee

  Shall call upon thy Name.

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  Return us, and thy grace divine

  Lord God of Hosts voutsafe,

  Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

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  And then we shall be safe.

  (Apr. 1648)

  * * *

  1 In accord with usual practice in printing biblical texts, Milton pointed out that “all but what is in a different Character [i.e., italicized] are the very words of the Text, translated from the Original.” The nine psalms were rendered in the common measure (ballad stanza) of standard psalters (e.g., Sternhold and Hopkins), paraphrasing rather than translating, and expanding or compressing original verses as desired. Marginal notes cite the Hebrew (or a more literal translation). Written during the civil wars, the subject matter and tone of the psalms may reflect Milton’s dejection from the course of events and his hope for the future under enlightened leadership. See also the discussion by William B. Hunter, Jr., in PQ, XL (1961), 485-94.

  a Gnorera.

  b Gnashanta.

  c Shalish.

  d Jilgnagu.

  Psalm 81

  1

  To God our strength sing loud, and clear

  Sing loud to God our King,

  To Jacobs God, that all may hear

  Loud acclamations ring.

  5

  2

  Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song,

  The Timbrel hither bring,

  The cheerfull Psaltry bring along

  And Harp with pleasant string.

  3

  Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon

  10

  With Trumpets lofty sound,

  Th’ appointed time, the day wheron

  Our solemn Feast comes round.

  4

  This was a Statute giv’n of old

  For Israel to observe,

  15

  A Law of Jacobs God, to hold

  From whence they might not swerve.

  5

  This he a Testimony ordain’d

  In Joseph, not to change,

  When as he pass’d through Ægypt land;

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  The Tongue I heard was strange.

  6

  From burden, and from slavish toyl

  I set his shoulder free;

  His hands from pots, and mirie soyl

  Deliver’d were by me.

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  7

  When trouble did thee sore assail,

  On me then didst thou call,

  And I to free thee did not fail,

  And led thee out of thrall

  I answer’d thee in a thunder deep

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  With clouds encompass’d round;

  I tri’d thee at the water steep

  Of Meriba renown’d.

  8

  Hear O my people, heark’n well,

  I testifie to thee

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  Thou antient stock of Israel,

  If thou wilt list to mee,

  9

  Throughout the land of thy abode

  No alien God shall be,

  Nor shalt thou to a forein God

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  In honour bend thy knee.

  10

  I am the Lord thy God which brought

  Thee out of Ægypt land;

  Ask large enough, and I, besought,

  Will grant thy full demand.

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  11

  And yet my people would not hear,

  Nor hearken to my voice;

  And Israel whom I lov’d so dear

  Mislik’d me for his choice.

  12

  Then did I leave them to their will

  50

  And to their wandring mind;

  Their own conceits they follow’d still

  Their own devises blind.

  13

  O that my people would be wise

  To serve me all their daies,

  55

  And O that Israel would advise

  To walk my righteous waies.

  14

  Then would I soon bring down their foes

  That now so proudly rise,

  And turn my hand against all those

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  That are their enemies.

  15

  Who hate the Lord should then be fain

  To bow to him and bend,

  But they, his People, should remain,

  Their time should have no end.

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  16

  And we would feed them from the shock

  With flour of finest wheat,

  And satisfie them from the rock

  With Honey for their Meat.

  (Apr. 1648)

  * * *

  a Besether ragnam.

  Psalm 82

  1

  God in the a great a assembly stands

  Of Kings and lordly States,

  Among the gods b on both his hands

  He judges and debates.

  5

  2

  How long will ye c pervert the right

  With c judgment false and wrong,

  Favouring the wicked by your might,

  Who thence grow bold and strong?

  3

  d Regard the d weak and fatherless,

  10

  d Dispatch the d poor mans cause,

  And e raise the man in deep distress

  By e just and equal Laws.

  4

  Defend the poor and desolate,

  And rescue from the hands

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  Of wicked men the low estate

  Of him that help demands.

  5

  They know not nor will understand,

  In darkness they walk on,

  The Earths foundation all are f mov’d

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  And f out of order gon.

  6

  I said that ye were Gods, yea all

  The Sons of God most high.

  7

  But ye shall die like men, and fall

  As other Princes die.

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  8

  Rise God, g judge thou the earth in might,

  This wicked earth g redress,

  For thou art he who shalt by right

  The Nations all possess.

  (Apr. 1648)

  * * *

  a Bagnadath-el.

  b Bekerev.

  c Tishphetu gnavel.

  d Shiphtudal.

  e Hatzdiku.

  f Jimmotu.

  g Shiphta.

  Psalm 83

  1

  Be not thou silent now at length

  O God hold not thy peace,

  Sit not thou still O God of strength,

  We cry and do not cease.

  5

  2

  For lo thy furious foes now a swell

  And a storm outrageously,

  And they that hate thee proud and fell

  Exalt their heads full high.

  3

  Against thy people they b contrive

  10

  c Their Plots and Counsels deep,

  d Them to ensnare they chiefly strive

  e Whom thou dost hide and keep.

  4

  Come let us cut them off, say they,

  Till they no Nation be,

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5

  That Israels name for ever may

  Be lost in memory.

  5

  For they consult f with all their might,

  And all as one in mind

  Themselves against thee they unite

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  And in firm union bind.

  6

  The tents of Edom, and the brood

  Of scornful Ishmael,

  Moab, with them of Hagars blood

  That in the Desart dwell

  25

  7

  Gebal and Ammon there conspire,

  And hateful Amalec,

  The Philistims, and they of Tyre

  Whose bounds the Sea doth check.

  8

  With them great Asshur also bands

  30

  And doth confirm the knot,

  All these have lent their armed hands

  To aid the Sons of Lot.

  9

  Do to them as to Midian bold

  That wasted all the Coast,

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  To Sisera, and as is told

  Thou didst to Jabins hoast,

  When at the brook of Kishon old

  They were repulsi and slain,

  10

  At Endor quite cut off, and rowl’d

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  As dung upon the plain.

  11

  As Zeb and Oreb evil sped

  So let their Princes speed,

  As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled

  So let their Princes bleed.

  45

  12

  For they amidst their pride have said

  By right now shall we seize

  Gods houses, and will now invade

  g Their stately Palaces.

  13

  My God, oh make them as a wheel,

  50

  No quiet let them find,

  Giddy and restless let them reel

  Like stubble from the wind.

  14

  As when an aged wood takes fire

  Which on a sudden straies,

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  The greedy flame runs higher and higher

  Till all the mountains blaze,

  15

  So with thy whirlwind them pursue,

  And with thy tempest chase;

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  h And till they h yield thee honour due,

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  Lord fill with shame their face.

  17

  Asham’d and troubl’d let them be,

  Troubl’d and sham’d for ever,

  Ever confounded, and so die

  With shame, and scape it never.

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  18

  Then shall they know that thou whose name

  Jehova is alone,

  Art the most high, and thou the same

  O’re all the earth art one.

  (Apr. 1648)

  * * *

  a Jehemajun.

  b Jagnarimu.

  c Sod.

  d Jithjagnatsugnal

  e Tsephuneca.

  f Lev jachdau.

  g Neoth Elohim bears both.1

  h They seek thy Name, Heb.

  1 That is, both “Gods houses” and “Their stately Palaces.”

  Psalm 84

  1

  How lovely are thy dwellings fair!

  O Lord of Hoasts, how dear

  The pleasant Tabernacles are

  Where thou dost dwell so near!

  5

  2

  My Soul doth long and almost die

  Thy Courts O Lord to see,

  My heart and flesh aloud do crie,

  O living God, for thee.

  3

  There ev’n the Sparrow freed from wrong

  10

  Hath found a house of rest,

  The Swallow there, to lay her young

  Hath built her brooding nest,

  Ev’n by thy Altars Lord of Hoasts

  They find their safe abode,

  15

  And home they fly from round the Coasts

  Toward thee, My King, my God.

  4

  Happy, who in thy house reside

  Where thee they ever praise,

  5

  Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,

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  And in their hearts thy waies.

  6

  They pass through Baca’s thirstie Vale,

  That dry and barren ground

  As through a fruitfull watry Dale

  Where Springs and Showrs abound.

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  7

  They journey on from strength to strength

  With joy and gladsom cheer

  Till all before our God at length

  In Sion do appear.

  8

  Lord God of Hoasts hear now my praier,

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  O Jacobs God give ear,

  9

  Thou God our shield look on the face

  Of thy anointed dear.

  10

  For one day in thy Courts to be

  Is better, and more blest

  35

  Then in the joyes of Vanity,

  A thousand daies at best.

  I in the temple of my God

  Had rather keep a dore

  Then dwell in Tents, and rich abode

  40

  With Sin for evermore.

  For God the Lord both Sun and Shield

  Gives grace and glory bright,

  No good from them shall be with-held

  Whose waies are just and right.

  45

  11

  Lord God of Hoasts that raignst on high,

  That man is truly blest,

  Who only on thee doth relie,

  And in thee only rest.

  (Apr. 1648)

  Psalm 85

  1

  Thy Land to favour graciously

  Thou hast not Lord been slack,

  Thou hast from hard Captivity

  Returned Jacob back.

  5

  2

  Th’ iniquity thou didst forgive

  That wrought thy people woe,

  And all their Sin that did thee grieve

  Hast hid where none shall know.

  3

  Thine anger all thou hadst remov’d,

  10

  And calmly didst return

  From thy a fierce wrath which we had prov’d

  Far worse then fire to burn.

  4

  God of our saving health and peace,

  Turn us, and us restore,

  15

  Thine indignation cause to cease

  Toward us, and chide no more.

  5

  Wilt thou be angry without end,

  For ever angry thus?

  Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend

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  From age to age on us?

  6

  Wilt thou not b turn, and hear our voice

  And us again b revive,

  That so thy people may rejoyce

  By thee preserv’d alive.

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  7

  Cause us to see thy goodness Lord,

  To us thy mercy shew,

  Thy saving health to us afford

  And life in us renew.

  8

  And now what God the Lord will speak

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  I will go strait and hear,

  For to his people he speaks peace

  And to his Saints full dear,

  To his dear Saints he will speak peace,

  But let them never more

  35

  Return to folly, but surcease

  To trespass as before.

  9

  Surely to such as do him fear

  Salvation is at hand

  And glory shall ere long appear

  40

  To dwell within our Land.

  10

  Mercy and Truth that long were miss’d

  Now joyfully are met;

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sp; Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss’d

  And hand in hand are set.

  45

  11

  Truth from the earth like to a flowr

  Shall bud and blossom then,

  And Justice from her heav’nly bowr

  Look down on mortal men.

  12

  The Lord will also then bestow

  50

  Whatever thing is good;

  Our Land shall forth in plenty throw

  Her fruits to be our food.

  13

  Before him Righteousness shall go

  His Royal Harbinger,

  55

  Then c will he come, and not be slow,

  His footsteps cannot err.

  (Apr. 1648)

  * * *

  a Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath.

  b Heb. Turn to quicken us.

  c Heb. He will set his steps to the way.

  Psalm 86

  1

  Thy gracious ear, O Lord, encline,

  O hear me 7 thee pray,

  For I am poor, and almost pine

  With need, and sad decay.

  5

  2

  Preserve my soul, for a I have trod

  Thy waies, and love the just;

  Save thou thy servant O my God

  Who still in thee doth trust.

  3

  Pitty me Lord for daily thee

  10

  I call; 4 O make rejoyce

  Thy Servants Soul; for Lord to thee

  I lift my soul and voice,

  5

  For thou art good, thou Lord art prone

  To pardon, thou to all

  15

  Art full of mercy, thou alone

  To them that on thee call.

  6

  Unto my supplication Lord

  Give ear, and to the crie

  Of my incessant praiers afford

  20

  Thy hearing graciously.

  7

  I in the day of my distress

  Will call on thee for aid;

  For thou wilt grant me free access

  And answer, what I pray’d.

 

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