Psalm 59

Lord, save me from mine Enemies;
From those, who thus against me rise,
Like an incensed Floud:
From those, who in Impietie
Place their delight, and long to die
Their hands in guiltlesse bloud.

Lo! for my Soule they lie in wait:
The Mightie joyne their power and hate,
Without my blame or crime.
Without my crime they weapons take;
And persecute my Soule. Awake
My God! assist in time.

Great God of Hosts, of Israel,
These all-oppressing Tyrants quest;
Nor be to Mercy won:
At night their mischiefe they begin;
Incenst like snarling Dogs they grin,
And through the Citie run.

Behold! they vomit bitter words;
Betweene their lips they brandish swords;
Yet say; Can these be knowne?
But, Lord, thou shalt their threats deride;
The empty terrour of their pride
And Malice, vainly showne.

I and my strength are in thy Power.
In Thee I trust, my Shield! my Tower!
Thy Mercie, Lord, how great!
My Foes subjectest to my will:
Subdue, and scatter; but not kill,
Lest we thy Truth forget.

O be they in their Pride surpris'd!
Even for the Lies they have devis'd,
Their curses, and close Arts.
Consume them, from the Land expell:
To shew, God reignes in Israel,
To Earths remotest parts.

Hopelesse let them returne with Night,
Like grinning Dogs bark, but not bite;
About the City rome:
Pale, meager, and halfe famished;
Like vagabonds howle they for bread;
Without or food, or home.

But I, before the Day-star spring,
Will of thy Power and Mercy sing;
My Safety in distresse.
Thou art my Rock, my strong Defence;
My living Verse thy Excellence
And Bounty shall expresse.