Psalm LXX

O God, from my distress and fear
[Do thou] vouchsafe to set me free;
Make hast, O Lord, do thou afford
Thy [speedy] saving help to me.

Let them confounded be and sham'd,
Who do my death [seek and] conspire;
Confound them all, and turn them back
That do my hurt [in heart] desire.

Let shame be their reward: Let them
[Fly and] be turned back by thee,
Who triumphing in my distress,
Do say [in scorn] Aha, to me.

Let all that truly seek thy face,
With joy be [ever] glad in thee;
Let all that thy salvation love,
Say still [the Lord] God praised be.

But I am poor and weak, O God,
Make hast [to me] and do not stay;
Thou art my Saviour and help,
Help, Lord, [and] make no [more] delay.