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The triumpant Song of Deborah and Barak

Hymnal: PHSS1742 #297 (1742) First Line: In that he Israel hath reveng'd Lyrics: 1 In that he Israel hath reveng'd, Bless ye therefore the Lord: 2 In that the people offered Themselves of free accord. 3 Give ear, O kings, ye princes hear, Sing to the Lord I will; I, even I'll sing to the Lord, The God of Israel. 4 Lord, when thou went'st from Seir, when thou Didst march from Edom's field; The earth did shake, the heav'ns did drop, The clouds their show'rs distill'd. 5 Before the presence of the Lord, The mountains melting fell; Ev'n Sina, from before the Lord, The God of Israel. 6 In days of Shamgar, Anath's son, High-ways in Jael's days, Untrodden were: the passengers Did travel through by-ways. 7 The villagers did cease to be, They ceas'd in Israel: Till that I Deb'rah rose; I rose A mother in Israel. 8 New gods they chase, then cruel wars Entred their gates within, With forty thousand Isra'lites No shield nor spear was seen. 9 My heart to Israel's rulers is, Who did of free accord Present themfelves among the folk: Bless ye therefore the Lord. 10 Speak ye your minds, all ye that do Upon while asses ride; Ye that in judgment sit, and ye That walk the way beside. 11 Who from the archer's noise are freed, There shall they now record, In places where they water draw, The just acts of the Lord. His righteous acts to them who dwell In Israel's towns relate, Then shall the people of the Lord Go down unto the gate. [2] 12 Wake, wake, O Deborah, wake, awake, A song sing; Barak rise; Abinoam's son, and captive lead, Thou thy captivities. 13 Unto the remnant he gave rule Above the nobles then Among the folk: the Lord gave me Rule over mighty men. 14 From Ephraim a root against Proud Amalek there was. Thy followers, O Benjamin, Among thy folk did pass, From out of Machir governours Deseended also then, And out of Zebulun came they That handle writer's pen. 15 Then Issachar, ev'n Issachar, His peers with Deborah went, And also Barak was on foot, Into the valley sent. Because of those divisions that In Ruben did appear, Great fears and anxious thoughts of heart Among us then there were. 16 Why didst, thou with the sheep-folds stay The bleating flocks to hear? For Ruben his divisions sad Heart-searchings great there were. 17 Gilead by Jordan stay'd; and why Did Dan in ships reside? On sea-shore Amur why remain, And in his creeks abide? 18 But Zebulun and Napthali Were people who did yield Their lives in danger unto death In the high open field. [3] 19 The kings came and they fought, then fought The kings of Canaan, In Tanach by Megiddo's streams; No money prize they wan. 20 From heav'n they fought, the stars by course Fought against Sisera: 21 Then Kishon's brook, old Kishon's brook, That brook them swept away. O thou my soul hast trod down strength. 22 Then broke their horse-hoofs were; By pransing, trampling, pransings of Their mighty horses there. 23 Curse Meroz, curse her dwellers, curse, Jehovah's angel said: For they came not to aid the Lord, Against the strong to aid. 24 Jael the Kenite, Heber's wife, 'Bove women bless shall be: Above the women in the tent, A blesed one is she. 25 He water ask'd; she gave him milk, Him butter forth she fetch'd 26 In lordly dish: then to the nail, She forth her left hand stretch'd; Her right the workman's hammer held, And Sisera struck dead: She pierc'd and struck his temples through, And then smote off his head. 27 He at her feet bow'd, fell, lay down, He at her feet bow'd, where He fell: ev'n where he bowed down, He fell destroyed there. [4] 28 Out of a window Sisera His mother look'd, and said, The lattess through, in coming why So long his chariot staid ? His chariot-wheels why tarry they? 29 Her ladies wise reply'd, Yea to herself the answer made, 30 Have they not sped? she cry'd The prey to each, a maid or twain, Divided have not they? To Sifera have they not shar'd A divers-colour'd prey? Of divers colour'd needle-work, Wrought curious on each side, Of various colours, meet for necks Of those who spoils divide? 31 So perish let thine enemies all, O Lord; but let all those Who do him love, be like the sun That in his strength forth goes. Scripture: Judges 5 Languages: English

The joyful Song of Hannah

Hymnal: PHSS1742 #301 (1742) First Line: My heart doth in Jehovah joy Lyrics: 1 My heart doth in Jehovah joy, My horn in Jah is lift on high, My mouth enlarg'd is o'er my foe, For in thy health rejoyce do I. 2 Like to the Lord, there's holy none, For there is none besides but thee : And other rock there is not one, That to our God compar'd may be, 3 Speak ye out no presumptuous word, No harshnefs from your mouth proceed, For God of knowledge is the Lord, Also by him are actions weigh'd. 4 The strong man's bows are shivered, And they that slipt are girt with power. 5 The full have hir'd themselves for bread, And hungry ceas'd from wanting more, She that was barren seven bear The fruitful woman weak is grown. 6 The Lord doth kill, and lile doth spare. He lifts up, and to grave brings down. 7 The Lord both poor and rich doth make; He raiseth up, and bringeth low. 8 The poor he up from dust doth take, He beggar lifts the dunghill fro. To give him place with princely lords. To fix Him on a glorious throne; For earth's foundations are the Lord's, And he hath set the world thereon. 9 His holy ones their feet he will Preserve so that they shall not fail; The vile in darkness shall be still, For no man shall by strength prevail. 10 The adversaries of the Lord Shall broken be to pieces small And he from heaven shall accord To thunder forth upon them all. The borders of the earth the Lord Shall justly judge, and he likewise Unto his king shall strength afford, And make his oynted's horn to rise. Scripture: 1 Samuel 2 Languages: English

David's mournful Elegy

Hymnal: PHSS1742 #302 (1742) First Line: Upon the places high is slain Lyrics: 19 Upon the places high is slain The flow'r of Israel. How are the mighty fallen down: 20 In Gath this never tell: Nor shew't in streets of Askelon, Lest Philistines rejoyce, Lest daughters of th' uncircumcis'd Should make triumphant noise. 21 Ye mountains high of Gilboah Left there be never dew. Nor rain, nor fields of offerings Let ever be on you. For there the mighty one his shield Receiv'd disgraceful foil: The shield of Saul, as he had not Anointed been with oyl. 22 The bow of Jon'than did not turn Back from the blood of slain, From fat of mighty, and Saul's sword Did not return in vain. 23 Most lovely Saul and Jonathan, And pleasant did abide Whilst they did live and in their death Them nothing did divide They swifter than the eagles were, The lions did excell 24 In strength. O weep ye over Saul, Daughters of Israel. Who did in scarlet you array, With deckings manifold, Who did on your apparel lay The ornaments of gold. 25 In midst of the fierce battle how, The mighty fallen lie. O Jonathan cut off wast thou, Upon thy places high! 26 O thou my brother Jonathan, I am diftress'd for theem A loving dear companion Thou hast been unto me. Thy love to me in wonder past The love of women far: 27 How are the mighty fallen, and waste The weapons are of war! Scripture: 2 Samuel 1:17 Languages: English

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's: Chap. I

Hymnal: PHSS1742 #304 (1742) First Line: Let him with kisses of his mouth Lyrics: 1 Let him with kisses of his mouth Be pleased me to kiss: 2 Because much better than the wine Thy loving kindness is. 3 Thy name as pour'd forth ointment is, Because of thy sweet smell Of thy good ointments, therefore do The virgins love thee well. 4 O draw thou me and readily We will run after thee; Into his secret chambers hath The king conducted me; We will be glad, and we likewise In thee will much delight We will remember more than wine Thy love; thee love th' upright. 5 O daughters of Jerusalem, I am a comely one; Though black as Kedar's tents and as Curtains of Solomon. 6 Because I blackish am therefore Upon me look not ye; Because that with his beams the sun Hath looked down on me My mother's sons were wroth with me, They vineyards me assign To keep: whereas I have not kept The vineyard that was mine. 7 Tell me, thou whom my soul doth love, Where thou thy seed dost take. And also where at noon time thou Thy flock to rest doth make. Becaufe O wherefore should I be Like to such veiled ones, As turn aside ev'n by the flocks Of thy companions ? 8 Most fair of women, know'st thou not? Then by the flock steps go: Forth on thy way, by shepherd's tents, Feed thou thy kids alfs. 9 To troops in Pharaoh's chariot My love I thee compare. 10 Thy neck with chains, with jewels rows Thy cheeks full comely are. 11 Borders of gold with silver studs For thee make up we will. 12 Whilst that the king at's table sits My fsikenard yields her smell. 13 Like as of myrrh a bundle is My well belov'd to me; Through all the night betwixt my breasts, His lodging place shall be. 14 My love as in Engedi's vines, Like camphire bunch to me: 15 Lo fair my love, lo fair thou art, Thine eyes as doves eyes be. 16 Lo thou art fair my love, and sweet, Our bed is green likewise, Our houses beams of cedars are, Of fir our galleries. Scripture: Song of Solomon 1 Languages: English

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's: Chap. II

Hymnal: PHSS1742 #306 (1742) First Line: I Sharon's rose and lily am Lyrics: 1 I Sharon's rose and lilly am That grows the vales along. 2 As lilly among thorns, my love The daughters is among. 3 As is the apple tree among Trees in the wood that grow, My well beloved one among The sons is even so. I with great joy sat in his shade, His fruit I sweet did taste. 4 He brought me to his house of wine, His love flag o'er me cast. 5 With flaggons stay, with apples me Chear up, for love-sick I 6 Under my head his left hand doth, His right above me ly. 7 O daughters of Jerusalem My love wake not nor raise; By roes and hinds of fields I you Do charge, until he please 8 The voice of my beloved one Upon the mountain's; lo He cometh leaping on the hills, He skipping comes also. 9 As roes or fawns of hinds my love Behold he stands and views Behind our wall, the windows through? Himself through lattess shews. 10 My well-beloved he did speak, And unto me did say, Arise, my love, my comely one, Come thou also away. 11 For lo the winter passed is, The rain is over gone. 12 The flow'rs appear upon the earth Birds singing time is come: And of the turtle dove the voice Is heard our land within 13 The fig-tree causeth forth to spring Her figs that yet are green. The vines also with tender grape Do give good smell, I say Arise, my love, my comely one, And do thou come away. 14 My dove in clefts of rocks close stairs, Thy voice O let me hear. And see thy face; for sweet's thy voice, Thy face is also fair. 15 Take up the foxes, take for us The little foxes here. That spoil the vines; because our vines, Most tender grapes do bear. 16 My well beloved one is mine, And I am also his; Among the lilly flow'rs also His pleasant feeding is. 17 Until day-break and shades fly hence Turn my beloved one, And like a roe or young hart be The Bether mountains on. Scripture: Song of Solomon 2 Languages: English

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's: Chap. III

Hymnal: PHSS1742 #308 (1742) First Line: My soul's love I by night did seek Lyrics: 1 My soul's love I by night did seek,, As I on bed did ly. Although that I for him did seek, Yet find him could not I. 2 Now I'll arise, and in the streets, Broad streets of city round I will him seek whom my soul loves: I sought but not him found. 3 As they about the city went, The watchmen found out me: To whom I said, him whom my soul Doth love, O did you see? 4 It was but as a little space, That I from them had past, But whom my soul did love, I found, And then I held him fast I would not suffer him to go, Till I had brought him in My mother's house, the chamber where Conceived I had been. 5 O daughters of Jerusalem, My love wake not, nor raise, By roes and hinds of field, I you Do charge, until he please. 6 Who's this from desart that ascends, Like smoky pillars tall, Perfum'd with myrrh and frankincense, 'Bove merchant's powders all? 7 Behold his bed magnificent. The which is Solomon's: About it threescore valiant men, Of Isra'ls valiant ones, 8 They all of them do handle swords, They are expert in fight: Each man his sword hath on his thigh, For terror in the night. 9 King Solomon made himself a bed Of wood of Lebanon. 10 It's pillars he of silver made; Gold was its bottom on. Of purple was the covering, The which was spread above, For daughters of Jerusalem, The midst was pav'd with love. 11 Ye daughters who in Sion dwell, Go forth and now behold King Solomon adorned with His diadem of gold. Wherewith on his espousals day His mother him hath crown'd, And in the day wherein his heart With gladness did abound. Scripture: Song of Solomon 3 Languages: English

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's: Chap. IV

Hymnal: PHSS1742 #309 (1742) First Line: Lo fair thou art my love Lyrics: 1 Lo fair thou art, my love, lo fair, Dove's eyes in thy locks are: Thy hair as flocks of goats that from Mount Gilead do appear. 2 Thy teeth are as a smooth shorn flock, Which from the washing come, Where ev'ry one of them bears twins, Of them there's barren none, 3 Thy lips are as a scarlet twine, Thy speech doth comely pour; Within thy locks thy temples like A pomgranate in flower. 4 Thy neck is like to David's tow'r, Built for an armoury. Where hang a thousand shields, all shields Of men of potency. 5 Thy breasts they twain compared are To roes a double young: The which are twins, and have their feed The lilly flow'rs among, 6 Until the time the day shall break, And till the shades fly hence. I'll get me to the mount of myrrh, And hill of frankincense. 7 All fair thou art, my lovely one, There is no spot in thee. 8 My spouse with me from Leb'non come From Lebanon with me: Look from the top of Amana; From Shenir's top also, From Hermon's, from the lions dens. The leopard's mountains fro. 9 My sister spouse thou ravishest My heart; thou dost affect My heart with that one eye of thine, With one chain of thy neck. 10 How fair thy love my sister spouse? How better far thy love Than wine! and thine anointment's smell All spices far above. 11 My spouse thy lips drop honey-comb, Honey under thy tongue And milk, and thy cloaths smell is like The smell of Lebanon. 12 My sister my espoused one A garden closely shut: A well spring closed up is she A fountain sealed up. 13 Thy cyons of pomegranates are Like to a paradise, With pleasant fruits replenished, Camphire, spikenard likewise. 14 Where spikenard, saffron, calamus, With cinnamon also, All incense trees, myrrh, aloes, With all chief spices grow. 15 The garden's fount, live water spring And streams from Lebanon. 16 Wake, O north wind, and come thou south, My garden blow upon. Its spices that they may flow out: His garden come into Let my beloved one, and eat His pleasant fruit also. Scripture: Song of Solomon 4 Languages: English

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's: Chap. V

Hymnal: PHSS1742 #311 (1742) First Line: I am into my garden come Lyrics: 1 I Am into my garden come, My sister, spoufe likewise, And I my myrrh have gathered up, Together with my spice. My honey-comb with honey eat, My wine and milk drank I. Eat O ye friends, drink O belov'd, Yea drink abundantly. 2 I sieep, but yet my heart doth wake, The voice 'tis of my love; Who knocketh, open unto me, O sister mine, my dove. My love my undefiled one, Because my head is fill'd With dew, my locks fill'd. with the drops That have by night distill'd. 3 I have put off my coat how shall I put it on again? And I have washed clean my feet, How shall I them distain? 4 My well-beloved put his hand In by the hole o'th door; My bowels made a troubled noise In me for him therefore. 5 I rose to open to my love, And my hands myrrh did drop, My fingers sweetest myrrh upon The handles of the lock: 6 When I the door had opened To my beloved one, Then had my love withdrawn himself, And he away was gone. When as he spoke my soul did fail: Although I sought him have, I found him not; I call'd him, yet He me no answer gave. 7 The watchmen who the city round, Me found, smite, wound did they: The keepers of the walls from me Did take my veil away. 8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you to him say, If my belov'd ye find, that I For love do faint away. 9 What's thy love more than other's love Fairest of women kind What's thy love more than other's love, That us thou dost so bind? 10 My love is white and ruddy, chief Among ten thousands he. 11 His head is gold most fine, his locks Curl'd black as ravens be. 12 His eyes as doves by water's streams, With milk wash'd, fitly set. 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spice, As flow'rs of odours sweet. His lilly lips drop flowing myrrh. 14 His hands gold rings bedight, With beryl laid with saphires is, His belly iv'ry bright. 15 His legs as marble pillars set On sockets of fine gold : His look as Lebanon, as choice As cedars to behold. 16 Most sweet his palate, lovely he Ev'n altogether is: O daughters of Jerusalem, My love and friend is this. Scripture: Song of Solomon 5 Languages: English

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's: Chap. VI

Hymnal: PHSS1742 #313 (1742) First Line: Fairest of women whither is Lyrics: 1 fairest cf women whither is Thy loved gone away? Where is thy love turn'd by, that so Seek him with thee we may. 2 My love to's garden down is gone, Among the beds of spice, To feed in gardens, and to get The lilly flow'rs likewise. 3 I am for my beloved one, And my belov'd for me: And feed among the lilly fiow'rs Continually doth he. 4 Thou art my love, as Tirza neat, Fair as Jerusalem; Yea as an army terrible, That doth with banners stream. 5 Turn thou from me thine eyes because They have me overcome. Thine hair is as a flock of goats, Which look from Gilead down 6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep Up from the washing gone, Whereof each one bears twins, of them There's not a barren one. 7 So gracefully within thy locks Thy temples formed are: That to a pomegranate in bloom The same I may compare. 8 Of queens threescore, and fourscore is Of concubines the count, There are as many virgins as All number do surmount. 9 My dove, my undefil'd, she's one; Her mother's one is she, Yea ev'n of her who did her bear The choicest one is she , The daughters as they her beheld, They did her blessed call: Yea, both the queens and coucubir.es They praised her withal. 10 Who's she that looks forth as the morn, Fair as the moon on high, Clear as the sun, and terrible. As host whose banners fly? 11 To the nut-garden when I went Down valley fruits to see. To see if vines did bud, if bloom Did the pomegranate tree; 12 My soul had placed me before I ever was aware. Upon the chariots of them who My willing people are. 13 Turn, turn, O Shulamite, turn, turn, That we may look on thee: What see you in the Shulamite? As two camps company. Scripture: Song of Solomon 6 Languages: English

How beautiful thy feet with shoes

Hymnal: PHSS1742 #315 (1742) Lyrics: 1 How beautiful thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter stand! Thy thighs their joints like jewels are Works of a skilful hand. 2 Thy navel like a goblet cup Of liquor full and round: Thy belly like an heap of wheat About with lillies crown'd. 3 Thy two fair breasts are like two roes, That young and twinlins be. 4 Thy neck is also like unto A tow'r of ivory. Thine eyes like Heshbon's fish pools are, Beth-rahbim's entrance by: Thy nose as tow'r of Lebanon That doth Damascus eye. 5 Thine head on thee like Carmel is Hair of thy head likewise Like purple is; the king is held Within the galleries. 6 How fair and delicate art thou, love for pleasancy? 7 This stature thine is like the palm, Thy breasts as clusters be. 8 I said I'll to the palm ascend, Its boughs then seize I will. Like to vine-clusters are thy breasts, Thy nose as apples smell. 9 Like the best wine thy palate is, Which to my love runs sweet. Causing the lips to utter speech Ev'n theirs who are asleep. 10 I am my love's, and his desire Is placed me upon. 11 Come my beloved, let us forth Into the field be gone: Let's lodge within the villages. 12 Let us get up betime Unto the vineyards, let us see If flourish doth the vine: If that the tender grapes appear, The pomegranates also, If that they bud, and there my loves. 1 will on thee bestow. 13 The mandrakes give a smell and at Our gates all sweet fruits be: Both new and old, O my belov'd, Which I have stor'd for thee.