Sade. My enemies have chased me and caught me like a bird, without cause.
Thy justice is as the mountains of God, thy judgments are a great deep. Men and beasts thou wilt preserve, O Lord:
But that the word may be fulfilled which is written in their law: They hated me without cause.
Where are your prophets that prophesied to you, and said: The king of Babylon shall not come against you and against this land?
With thee is the principality in the day of thy strength: in the brightness of the saints: from the womb before the day star I begot thee.
Let them be turned backward, and blush for shame that desire evils to me: Let them be presently turned away blushing for shame that say to me: 'T is well, 't is well.
Unto the end, for the octave, a psalm for David.
Ain. My eye hath wasted my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.