Psalm 64

LOrd, hear my voice, & me acquite
From terrors of the foe;
And from their plotts, & feirce despight
That mischeefe seek to doe.
For, they like swords, their tongues prepare;
With words, like arrowes keen,
They shoote the righteous without fear,
With quicknes, & vnseene.

Themselves in Mischeefe, strong they make,
Their plotts they thinck vnspide;
And, search how that effect may take,
Which in their harts they hide.
But, God shall wound them with a shaft,
Before they be aware;
So, they shall fall by their owne craft,
And their owne sentence beare.

Thereat, beholders, all, shall flie,
And, ev'rie man, with feare,
The works of God shall magnifie,
And, ponder what they are,
The righteous also, with delight,
On God, their hope shall build:
And, they that are in hart vpright,
Shall with true joie be filld.