To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.
Nor the price of the redemption of his soul: and shall labour for ever,
My heart hath said to thee: My face hath sought thee: thy face, O Lord, will I still seek.
For wickedness is kindled as a fire. It shall devour the brier and the thorn, and shall kindle in the thicket of the forest: and it shall be wrapped up in smoke ascending on high.
Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.