Psalm 119: Mem

Nought can enough declare
How I thy learning love,
Whereon all day my meditation lies.
By whose edicts I prove
Fane than my foes more wise,
For they a wisdome never-failing are.

My teachers all of old
May now come learne of me,
Whose studies tend but to thy wittnes will:
Nay who most aged be,
Thought therefore most of skill,
In skill I passe, for I thy precepts hold,

I did refraine my feete
From ev'ry wicked way,
That they might firmly in thy statutes stand.
Nor ever did I stray
From what thy lawes command,
For I of thee have learned what is meete.

How pleasing to my tast!
How sweete thy speeches be!
Noe touch of hony soe affects my tongue.
From whose edicts in me
Hath such true wisdom sprung,
That all false waies quite out of love I cast.