Psalm 5

LOrd, weigh my thoughts, my words attend,
My King, my God, encline thine ear:
My suites I will to thee commend,
And thou my voice betime shalt hear.
I will, oh Lord, betimes arise,
And pray, & wait for thy supplies.

For, thou in sinn hast no delight,
No evills, in thy dwellings be;
The foole abides not in thy sight,
The wicked are abhord of thee.
Thou root'st out all who falshoods prate,
And bloud, & guile, in man, dost hate.

But, I, in thy abounding grace,
Thy house will visite in thy fear,
And worship in thy holy-place;
Oh teach me, Lord, thy Justice there:
Unto my vewe, thy way disclose,
Because of them, that are my foes.

Their words & thoughts are false & naught;
Their throte is like a gaping graue:
Therfore, oh God, let them be caught
And fall by what they plotted haue,
Yea, seeing they thy foes haue binn,
Expose them to their swarmes of sinn.

But, chear vp those who trust in thee,
That such as well thy name affect,
May, still, therin triumphant be,
And joy that thou dost them protect.
For Lord, the just thou shalt reward;
And, sheild-like, make thy grace their gard.