Psalm 119: Resh

View how I am distressed,
And lett me be released,
For looke what me thy word hath bidden
Out of my mind hath never slidden.

Then be my causes deemer,
Be thou my soules redeemer:
And as good hope thy word doth give me,
Let with good help thy worke relieve me.

Where wickednesse is loved
There health is farre removed.
For since thy sole edicts containe it,
Who search not them how can thy gaine it?

Thy mercies are so many,
Their number is not any:
Then as thou usest, Lord, to use me.
Revive me now, and not refuse me.

Exceeding is their number
That me pursue and cumber:
Yet what thy wittnesse hath defined
From that my steps have not declined.

I saw, and grieved seeing
Their waies, who wayward being,
With guilefull stubborness withstanded
What by thy speeches was commanded.

Since therefore plaine is proved
That I thy lawes have loved:
Looke Lorde, and here thy bounty showing
Restore my life now feeble growing.

This in thy doctrine raigneth,
It nought but truth containeth:
This in thy justice brightly shineth,
Thy just edicts no date defineth.