Psalm 119: Lamed

Most plainly, Lord, the frame of sky
Doth show thy word decayeth never:
And constant stay of earth descry
Thy word, that staid it, staieth ever.
For by thy lawes they hold their standings,
Yea all things do thy service try;
But that I joy'd in thy commandings,
I had my self been sure to dye.

Thy word that hath revived me
I will retaine, forgetting never.
Lett me thine owne be sav'd by thee,
Whose statutes are my studies ever.
I mark thy will the while their standings
The wicked take, my bane to be:
For I no close of thy commandings,
Of best things else an end I see.