All day long, they curse my words. All their intentions are for evil against me.
Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David.
O Lord, do not hand me over to the sinner by my desire. They have plotted against me. Do not abandon me, lest they should triumph.
My heart withered. The darkness stupefied me. Babylon, my beloved, has become a wonder to me.
And the two wings of a great eagle were given to the woman, so that she might fly away, into the desert, to her place, where she is being nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.