A TRANSLATION OF CERTAIN PSALMS. 109 



Who sows in tears shall reap in joy, 



The Lord doth so ordain ; 

 So that his seed be pure and good, 



His harvest shall be gain. 



THE TRANSLATION OF THE CXXXVIIxH PSALM. 



WHEN as we sat all sad and desolate, 

 By Babylon upon the river s side, 

 Eas d from the tasks which in our captive state 

 We were enforced daily to abide, 



Our harps we had brought with us to the field, 

 Some solace to our heavy souls to yield. 



But soon we found we fail d of our account, 



For when our minds some freedom did obtain, 

 Straightways the memory of Sion Mount 

 Did cause afresh our wounds to bleed again ; 

 So that with present griefs, and future fears, 

 Our eyes burst forth into a stream of tears. 



As for our harps, since sorrow struck them dumb, 



We hang d them on the willow -trees were near ; 

 Yet did our cruel masters to us come, 



Asking of us some Hebrew songs to hear : 

 Taunting us rather in our misery, 

 Than much delighting in our melody. 



