Psalm 119: Zain

Grave deeply in remembring mind
My trust, thy promise true:
This only joy in griefe I find,
Thy words my life renue.
Though proudly scorn'd, yet from thy lore
I no way have declin'd,
I hold for comfort what of yore
Thy doomes, O Lord, defin'd.

I quake to view how people vile
Doe from thy doctryne swerve:
Thy just edicts ev'n in exile
Did me for musick serve.
I keepe thy learning, and in night
Record Jehovas stile,
Observing still thy precepts right
Loe this I have the while.