Psalm 119: Gimel

Conferre, O Lord
This benefitt on me,
That I may live and keepe thy word.
Open mine eyes,
They may the riches see,
Which in thy law enfolded lies.

A pilgrim right
On earth I wandring live,
O barre me not thy statutes light.
I wast and spill,
While still I longing grieve,
Grieve, longing for thy judgments still.

Thou proud and high
Dost low and lowly make:
Curst from thy rule who bend awry.
What shame they lay
On me then from me take;
For I have kept thy will all way.

Let princes talk,
And talk their worst of me:
In thy decrees my thoughts shall walk.
All my delight
Thy witnest will shall be,
My councell to advise me right.