Psalm 119: Koph

To thee my harty plaint I send,
Lord, turne thine eare
My plaint to heare,
For to thy law my life I bend.
Since I have envoked thee
Lett me Lord thy succour see;
And what thy ordinaunces will
I will persist observing still.

My cry more early then the day
Doth daily rise,
Because mine eyes
Upon thy promise waiting stay.
Eyes, I say, which still prevent
Watches best to watching bent:
Esteeming it but pleasing paines
To muse on that thy word containes.

O in thy mercy hear my voice,
And as thy lawes
Afforde the cause,
So make me, Lord, revyv'd rejoyce.
Lord, thou seest the gracelesse crew
Presse me neere, who me pursue,
As for the doctrine of thy law
They farre from it themselves withdraw.

That Lord, thou seest, and this I see,
Thou ev'ry where
To me art neere,
For true, nay, truth thy precepts be.
Now, though not now first, I know,
(For I knew it long ago,)
That firmly founded once by thee.
Thy ordinance no end can see.