Psalm CIX

O Thou that art God of my praise,
Neglect me not; hold not thy peace:

For Mouths of wicked lying Men,
To speak against me do not cease.
The Mouths of false deceitful Men
Against me widely opened be;
And with a false and lying Tongue,
Thou knowest they have accused me.

They did beset me round about,
With bitter words of hateful spight:
And though I gave to them no Cause,
Against me they did speak and fight.

They for my love became my foes;
But I did give my self to pray.

They me with ill for good reward,
And hatred for my love repay.

Set over him a wicked Man,
Let Satan stand at his right hand.

And let his Prayer become sin,
Let him when judged be condemn'd;

Let his days be but few and short,
His Office let another take;

Let his Children be Fatherless,
His Wife do thou a Widow make.

Let his Children wander and beg,
And seek their Bread in Desert soil.

The Extortioner cach all he hath;
Let Strangers all his Labours spoil:

Let none to him Mercy extend;
Nor pity to his Orphans show;

Let his Off-spring be quite cut off,
And the next Age his name not know.

Let God his Father's Wickedness
In Justice to remembrance call.
Let unto him his Mother's sin
Be never blotted out at all;

But let their sins and them be seen
Before the Lord continually,
That he may cut off from the Earth
Their very Name and Memory:

Because he did not Mercy show,
But persecute the Weak and Poor,
That such as were of broken heart
He might destroy, or break yet more:

As he in cursing did delight
Upon himself so let it come;
In blessing he delighted not,
So him let it be still far from.

As he with cursing cloath'd himself,
As garments cloath adorned ones,
As water let it on him come,
And like to oil into his bones:

As garments to him let it be,
Even as his covering and array;
And as a girdle on his loins,
Wherewith he girded is alway.

From God let this be the reward,
To him that is mine enemy;
And of them that against my Soul
Do evil speak maliciously.

But for thy own name sake, O Lord,
Do thou in mercy deal with me,
Thy mercies good, therefore, O Lord,
By it let me delivered be.

I poor and needy am, my heart
Wounded in me hath comfort lost:

Like the declining shadow sunk,
And like the flitting Locust tost.

My knees with fasting are grown weak,
My fatness and my flesh are worn;

To them that see me a reproach,
They shake their heads, at me in scorn.

Help me, O Lord my God, and let
Thy mercy my deliverance bring,

That they may know it is thy hand,
And that the Lord hath done the thing:

Bless thou whenever they do curse,
When they rise let them shamed be;
But let thy faithful Servants all
Be glad and still rejoice in thee.

And let my causless enemies
Be cloathed with shame and disgrace,
And let confusion mantle like,
Become the covering of their face.

But with my mouth I daily will
Declare the praises of the Lord,
And among the great multitude
His praises I'll speak and record.

For he shall stand at the right hand
Of the oppressed to controul
Their foes, and save them from those Men
who do condemn the guiltless Soul.