Psalm 140 (Eripe me, Domine)

Preserve me, Lord, preserve me, sett me free
From men that be
Soe vile, soe violent:
In whose entent
Both force and fraud doth lurk
My bane to work:
Whose tongues are sharper things
Then adders stings,
Whose rusty lipps enclose
A pois'nous sword, such in the aspick growes.

Save I say Lord, protect me, sett me free
From those that be
So vile, so violent:
Whose thoughts are spent
In thinking how they may
My stepps betray:
How nett of fowle mishape
May me entrapp:
Who hid in traitor grasse
Their conning cord may catch me as I passe.

But this, O Lord, I hold, my God art thou:
Thou eare wilt bowe,
What time thy aid I pray,
In thee my stay,
Jehova: thou dost arme
Against all harme,
And guard my bed in field.
O then to yield
These wicked their desire
Do not accord, for still they will aspire.

But yeeld, O Lord, that ev'n the head of those
That me enclose,
Of this their hott pursute
May tast the frute,
With deadly venome stong
Of their owne tongue,
Loe, loe, I see they shall:
Yea coales shall fall,
Yea flames shall fling them low,
Ay unrestor'd to drown in deepest woe.

For Hers, Lord, shall never firmly stand.
And from the land
Who violently live
Mischief shall drive:
But well I know the poore
Thou wilt restore:
Restore th' afflicted wight:
That in thy sight
The just may howses frame,
And glad record the honor of thy name.