| 167 say into my soul, I am thy salvation. Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt. Let them be as chaff before the wind: and let the angel of the Lord chase them. Let their way be dark and slippery: and let the angel of the Lord persecute them. For without cause have they hid for me their net in a pit, which without cause they have digged for my soul. Let destruction come upon him at unawares; and let his net that he hath hid catch himself: into that very destruction let him fall. And my soul shall be joyful in the Lord: it shall rejoice in his salvation. All my bones shall say, Lord; who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth Him? False witness did rise up, they laid to my charge things that I knew not.-They rewarded me evil for good to the spoiling of my soul. But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom. I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother. But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not: they did tear me, and ceased not: With hypocritical mockers in feasts, they gnashed upon me with their teeth. Lord, how long wilt thou look on? Rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions. I will give thee thanks in the great congregation: I will praise thee among much people. Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me; neither let them wink the eye that hate me without a cause. for they speak not peace: but they devise deceitful matters against them that are quiet in the land. Yea, they opened their mouth wide against me; and said, Aha, aha, our eye hath seen it. This thou hast seen, O Lord: keep not silence; O Lord, be not far from me. Stir up thyself, and awake to my judgment, ever unto my cause, my God and my Lord. Judge me, O Lord my God, according to thy righteousness; and let them not rejoice over me. Let them not say in their hearts, Ah, so would we have it: let them not say, We have swallowed him up. Let them be ashamed and brouget [brought] to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonor that magnify themselves against me. Let them shout for joy, and be glad, that favor my righteous cause: yea, let them say continually, let the Lord be magnified, which hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant.-And my tongue shall speak of thy righteousness and of thy praise all the day long."
Missouri has hewn down the innocent and defenceless [defenseless]. it is true, but she is entirely destitute of military knowledge or prowess. The Poet truly describes her citizens when he says-
"Their pow'r to hurt, each little creature feels,
Bulls aim their horns, and asses lift their heels;"
but the blood of the slain is crying from the ground for condign vengeance, and should she continue to pursue her present murderous policy, the day of righteous retribution and the avenging of blood will not be procrastinated-for her plains shall be bleached with the bones of the slain, and her rivers flow with blood, before another massacre will be suffered. More anon. Yours, Respectfully, JOAB, General in Israel.
GOOD NEWS FROM ENGLAND.
The following is an extract of a letter from Elder W. Woodruff to his wife; dated, Manchester, England, July 8th, 1840.
"I am enjoying the best of health and spirits, and am happy; and I never enjoyed myself better while in the vineyard of the Lord, and could I behold the face of my wife and children often, it would greatly add to my joy and consolation: but knowing that we shall have our reward for all the sacrifices that we are called to make in this life, for Christ' sake, and for all that we do in his cause and vineyard; causes me to be reconciled to his will. I wrote a letter to Pres't. J. Smith jr. in company with Elders G. A. Smith, and T. Turley,
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