Psalm LIX.
1
Lord save me from mine enemies,
That up against me rise:
Defend me from those bloody men,
That wicked works devise.
2
For see, O Lord, they lie in wait,
The mighty men combine:
They run and plot against my life,
And for no fault of mine.
3
Awake, and help, thou Lord of hosts;
O Israel's God awake:
Visit these heathens, and of them,
Assured vengeance take.
4
By night, like dogs, they bark about
The city every where:
They belch out sharp and cruel words;
For who, say they, can hear?
5
But thou, O Lord shalt laugh at them,
And make of them a sport:
And I upon thy strength will wait,
For thou art my support.
6
Thou, who the God of mercy art,
With mercy me prevent:
And let me on mine enemies,
Behold my hearts content.
7
Let them not all at once be slain,
Let men forget it soon:
But scatter them, O Lord our shield,
And bring their power down.
8
For all their proud and wicked words,
Lord, let them all be caught:
And for their cursing and their lies,
Wherewith their mouths are fraught.
9
Consume in wrath, consume them so,
That all may understand,
That he is Lord of all the earth,
Who rules in Jacob's Land.
10
As hungry dogs in evenings howl,
The city round about:
So let them wander for their meat,
And grudge to go without.
11
But I thy power and mercy both,
Betimes will magnifie:
Who art my refuge and defence,
In my calamity,
12
To thee, O Lord, who art my strength,
I will rejoyce and sing:
Thou art the God, from whom my help,
And all my comforts spring.
