Psalm 119: Tsade

Sure, Lord, thy self art just,
Thy lawes as rightfull be:
What rightly bid thou dost
Is firmly bound by thee.
I flame with zeale to see
My foes thy word forgett:
Pure wordes, whereon by me
A servantes love is sett.

Though bare, and though debast,
I yet thy rules retaine,
Whose doomes do endlesse last,
And doctrine true remayne.
In presure and in paine
My joyes thy preceptes give:
No date thy judgmentes daine,
O make me wise to lyue.