4 Lord, what is wretched (7) man, I cry, (7) A very proper epithet
Or all his sinful progeny, for those who are scarce
  That thou to them dost prove so kind! inferior to angels.

5 To honour Thou dost them prefer, A fine cadence that. 
     To angels scarce inferior,

6 They over all Thy works command: 

7 The flocks and herds o’er every field (1) That’s a lie, for
     To their just lords obedience yield, sometimes they trespass
   And all (1) in full subjection stand:  on other men’s grounds.

8 O’er all the birds, that mount the air, (2) App_ai_r. 
     And fish, that in the floods appear,(2)
   Man bears an arbitrary sway:  Those, I think, are
                                               not very many:  they are
                                               caught, but till then we
                                               have no great sway over
          
                                     them.

IX.  PSALM OF DAVID: 

3 Confounded at the sight of Thee (3) The doctor’s mistaken;
     My foes are put to flight; (3) for, when people are
                                               confounded, they cannot
                                               fly.

4 Thus thou, great God of equity, (4) Against Sternhold
     Dost still assert my right. (4) and Hopkins.

6 Insulting foes, how long can ye (5) b_o_st. 
     Of ruin’d cities boast! (5) Blunderings, Siccorrige
   Your plunderings now as well as they meo periculo.  That’s a
     Are in oblivion lost:  lie, for Gibbs remembers
          
                                     them.

7 But God eternally remains (6) (6) That’s false and
     Fixt in His throne on high, profane; God is not fixed
          
                                     anywhere.

8 And to the world from thence ordains (7) Did anybody ever
     Impartial equity:(7) hear of partial equity?

9 And for their injured souls extend That extending a refuge,
     A refuge most secure. is pretty.

12 He hears the injured poor, and then i.e. is angry at their
     Does all their cries resent. cries.

13 And thus consider still, O Lord, (8) Nothing is restored
     The justice of my cause; but what has been taken
   Who often hast my life (8) restor’d away; so that he has been
     From death’s devouring jaws:  often raised from the
                                               dead, if this be true.