Psalm LIX

Deliver me, O God,
From all mine enemies;
Set me in safety from all them
That do against me rise.

Deliver me from them
That work-iniquity;
Save me from men of blood, who for
My life in wait do lie.

Against me the great men
Have joyntly gathered bin,
But not for my transgression, Lord,
Nor real guilt of sin.

They run and do prepare
Themselves without any crime;
Behold their course, and now awake,
And help thou me betime.

Awake to visit such,
Lord God of Israel;
And spare not those, who against thee
Do wickedly rebel.

At evening they return,
Like dogs they make a noise,
And round about the City go
With dogged snarling voice.

Their mouths do belch out rage,
And in their lips are swords;
For still they do perswade themselves
Thou hearest not their words.

Thou, Lord, wilt them despise,
And all the heathen mock:

His strength shall make me wait on thee,
Thou art my help and rock.

The God of my mercies
With help shall me prevent,
And let me see on these my foes
His righteous punishment.

Lest it should be forgot,
Scatter them all abroad,
And bring them down, but slay them not,
O thou our shield and God.

For the sin of their words,
Take thou them in their pride;
And for the curses and the lies
Which from their lips do slide.

In wrath consume them all,
That so they may not be;
That Jacob's God rules through the earth,
Let them all know and see.

At even let them return,
And make, like dogs, a noise;
And round about the City go
With discontented voice.
Let them wander about,
As wanting food to eat;
And pine and grudge through emptiness,
Not satisfy'd with meat.

I of thy power will sing,
Early thy mercy praise;
Thou my defence and refuge wast
In all my troublous days.

Unto thee I will sing,
Who art my strength and power;
The God of all my mercies, and
My sure defence and tower.