Psalm 109

O God my praise, my just cause plead:
The lewd deceitfull throng
Their mouths have open'd, and inveigh'd
Against me with false tongue.
With words of spight
And causless fight
They compass me about:
Even for my love
My foes they prove,
But I ply pray'rs devout
Much hate for love to me they show,
And ill for good reward:
Some wicked man set ore my so
To be a Master hard.
Let Satan stand
At his right hand,
When judgement shall begin,
Appoint that he
Condemned be,
And turn his pray'r to sin.
His office let another take,
Cut short his treach'rous life:
His children wretched orphans make,
With widowhood vex his wife.
Let's children fly
Continually
Abroad, as vagrants base.
And begging fed
Seek out their bread
In ev'ry desolate place.
Let merciless extortioners
Catch all he hath away:
And let some greedy foreiners,
Of's labours make a prey.
Stir up no friend
That may extend
Relief in his distress:
And let there no
Man favour show
Unto his fatherless.

2. Part.
CUt off the race that from him breeds,
With everlasting shame:
And in the age that next succeeds,
Extinguish quite his Name.
Let's fathers fau't
To mind be brought,
Before the Lord for ever.
His mothers crime
By length of time
Let be extinguisht never.
Let them be had continually
Before the Lord in mind:
To cut from earth the memory
That's left of them behind.
Who mercy so
Forgot to show,
The poor and needy still
With fresh pursuits
He persecutes
The broken heart to kill.
As he lov'd cursing him requite,
Let it come to him so:
As blessing did not him delight,
So let it from him go.
Him cursing had
As garments clad,
His cursing let recoil:
Let it like drink
In's bowels sink,
And soke his bones like oil.
Let it be to him as the skirt
That covers him alway:
And like the girdle that is girt
About him every day:
Let God dispence
This recompence
Mine en'mies to controul:
That are incenst
To speak agenst
Mine inoffensive soul.

3. Part.
O God the Lord do thou for me,
Even for thy Names dear sake:
Because right good thy mercies be,
My freedom undertake.
For I indeed
Do stand in need,
With mis'ry sore distrest:
My grieved heart
With wounds doth smart,
And bleeds within my brest.
I'm gone like Suns declining shade,
Like wandring locust toss'd:
My knees through fasting weak are made,
My flesh her fat hath lost.
Yea I became
To them a shame,
On me they gaze and stare:
Their heads they nod,
Help Lord my God,
Me by thy mercies spare.
That they may know this is thy hand,
That thou hast done the deed:
And when they curse, do thou cōmand
A blessing to succeed.
Them when they rise,
Let shame surprise,
But make thy servant glad:
With shame be those
That are my foes,
And self-confusion clad.
O let their mantle be of shame:
But greatly shall my tongue
Give God due praise, and sing his fame
The multitude among.
For he shall stand
At his right hand,
And for his sake controul
The doom of them,
That would condem
The poor mans harmless soul.