Psalm LVI.
1
Be merciful to me, O God,
For man would me devour:
He fighteth with me every day,
And doth oppress me sore.
2
They daily seek to swallow me,
For many with me fight:
But I will trust in thee, O Lord,
Amidst my greatest fright.
3
Thou gav'st me cause to praise thy word;
It is, O Lord from thee:
In thee I trust, and will not fear,
What flesh can do to me.
4
They wrest my words; and mischief plot,
Against me every day:
They meet, and slily mark my steps,
How they their snares may lay.
5
But shall these wicked workers scape,
In their iniquities?
With vengeance cast them down, O God,
That they may never rise.
6
My wandrings thou hast counted up,
And every step I took:
My tears are in thy bottle put,
And written in thy book.
7
When I begin to cry to thee,
Mine enemies turn and flee:
By this I know assuredly,
The Lord doth stand for me.
8
Thy word, thy word, Lord, I will praise,
It is for ever true:
In God I Trust, and will not fear
What Man to me can do.
9
Thy Vows, O God upon me are,
Which I to Thee have made:
And all the Praises I have vow'd,
Shall be most surely paid.
10
For thou hast sav'd my Soul from death,
Lord keep me as before;
That I may live to serve thee here,
And praise thee evermore.
