Psalm 119: Daleth

Dead as if I were,
My soule to dust doth cleave:
Lorde keepe thy word, and doe not leave
Me here:
But quicken me a new.
When I did confesse
My sinnfull waies to thee,
As then thy eare thou didst to me
Addresse:
Soe teach me now thy statutes true.

Make that I may know
And throughly understand
What waie to walk thou dost command,
Then show
Will I thy wonders all.
Very woe and grief
My soule doe melt and fry;
Revive me Lord, and send me thy
Relief:
And lett on me thy comfort fall.

From the lyers trace,
From falshoods wreathed way,
O save me, Lord, and graunt I may
Embrace
The law thou dost commend.
For the path ay right,
Where truth unfained goes
My tongue to tread hath gladly chose:
My sight
Thy judgmentes doth as guides attend.

Since therefore, O Lord,
Still did I, still I doe
So neerly, deerly cleave unto
Thy word:
All shame from me avert.
Then loe, then I
Will tread, yea running tread
The trace which thy commandments lead
When thy
Free grace hath fully freed my hart.