Psalm 56

O Lord, protect me by thy Power
From such as would my Life devoure;
Who mercilesse
Strive to oppresse;
Nor grant me Truce one houre.

That would devoure me every Day,
And make my chased Life their prey:
Yet, Lord, will I
On thee relie;
When Dangers most dismay.

Thy Promise I will celebrate;
In constant hope thy Pleasure wait;
With patience beare
Thy Stay; nor feare
Fraile man, or his vaine hate.

My words and deeds they daily wrest,
And in their thoughts my fall digest;
Vnite in ill,
And lurke to kill:
My Feet can finde no rest.

O shall they with impunity
Escape, and thus their sins enjoy!
Let Death thy rage
Alone asswage;
Them in their guilt destroy.

My Wanderings thou hast numbered;
Even every Teare mine Eyes have shed
Thy Viall holds:
All in the Folds
Of thy large Volume read.

Assur'd, that when on God I call,
My Foes shall by his Fury fall.
His Promise I
Will magnifie;
His Truth divulge to All.

To him my ready Vowes will pay;
My Vowes of Thanks, both night and day:
In whom I trust:
Nor shall th'Unjust
My stedfast Hopes dismay.

For he hath snatcht me from the Night
Of Death, and kept my foot upright:
That I may still
Observe his Will,
And see the cheerfull Light.