Psalm 119: Schin

Wrong'd I was by men of might,
Hottly chas'd and hard assailed:
Little they my hart to fright,
But O much thy words prevailed:
Words to me of more delight
Then rich booty wonne by fight.

Fraud doe I with hate detest,
But with love embrace thy learnings,
Seav'n times daily ere I rest,
Sing thy doomes and right discernings.
Whom who love with peace are blest,
Plenteous peace without unrest.

Doing what thy precepts will
I thy help have long expected:
My soule by thy doctrine still
Loved most, is most directed.
Thy edicts my deedes fullfill
Who survaist my good and ill.