Psalm 17

LOrd hear the right, attend my cry,
Unto my prayer give heed;
That doth not, in hypocrisie,
From fained lips proceed.
My sentence let come forth from thee,
And let thine eyes be mov'd,
Things equall to behold and see:
For thou my heart hast prov'd.
By night thou tri'st me, but shalt find
In me no wickedness:
For I am purpos'd in my mind
My mouth shall not transgress.
Concerning works of men profane,
Thy lips did guide me so,
That from the paths I do refrain
Wherein destroyers go.
Uphold my goings, Lord my guide,
In those thy paths divine,
So that my foot-steps may not slide
Out of those paths of thine.
For I have duly call'd on thee,
Sure thou ô God wilt hear:
Lord hear my words, incline to mee,
And lend a gracious ear.
Thy wonderfull kind love disclose,
Oh thou whose strong right arm
Saves all that trust in thee from those
That rise to do them harm.

2. Part.
Preserve me Lord from hurtfull things,
As th' apple of thine eie:
Oh hide me underneath thy wings,
From lewd mens tyrannie.
From deadly foes that have intrapt
My soul on every side:
In their own fat they are inwrapt,
Their mouths are fraught with pride.
They have encompassed us round
In our own foot-steps now:
And down unto the very ground
They bend their lowring brow.
Like th'eager Lyon that doth long
To take his prey in chace:
And as it were a Lyon young
That lurks in secret place.
Lord rise and disappoint him then,
And cast him to the ground:
Defend my soul from wicked men,
Which are thy sword to wound.
From men, ô Lord, which are thy hand,
From worldlings fill'd and cramm'd
With temp'rall blessings at command,
And afterward are damm'd.
Thy treasures hid their bellies fill,
With store of children blest:
They spend their substance at their will,
And leave their babes the rest.
But I in righteousness abide,
Beholding of thy face:
And waking shall be satisfi'd
With th'image of thy grace.