VIII.

Remember, Lord, their cruel words,

When, with a mighty sound, They cried, Down, yea down with it,

Unto the very ground!

Well, said my master, here seems, in what I am going to read, a little bit of a curse indeed, but I think it makes no ill figure in the comparison.

And thou, Almighty! recompense

The evils I endure From those who seek my sad disgrace,

So causeless, to procure.

And now, said he, for Edom’s Sons. Though a little severe in the imputation.