Psalm 143

LOrd hear my prayer and humble suit,
Thy willing ear address:
Yea answer mee
By thy decree
Of truth and faithfulness.
Against thy servant no dispute,
Nor action let be tri'd:
Before thee can
No mortall man
Be ever justifi'd.
The fo my soul doth persecute,
My life quite undertrod:
My dwelling made
In darksome shade,
As men long dead O God.
Orewhelm'd therefore my spirits sink,
My heart is desolate:
Thy ancient daies,
Thy works and waies,
I mind and meditate.
Of all thy handy-works I think,
To thee I stretch my hands:
My soul doth burst,
With fervent thirst,
For thee, like thirsty lands.
Lord hear me soon, my spirits shrink,
Hide not thy face from mee:
Like them that go
To pit below
Lest I should quickly be.
Cause me to hear of thy kind love,
When morning doth begin:
Cause me to know
What way to go,
For thee my trust is in.
I lift my soul to thee above,
Me from mine enemies save:
I fly to thee
To shelter mee,
No other God I have.
Thy spirit is good, let that sweet dove
Thy servants soul instruct:
In thy command,
And to the land
Of uprightness conduct.
Lord for thy Names-sake quicken me,
And that this very thing
May well express
Thy righteousness,
My soul from trouble bring.
And of thine own compassions free,
My foes destroy and dam':
Destroy them whole
That vex my soul,
For I thy servant am.
Thine heritage Lord bless and keep.
So that &c. Ps. 28. ult.