For why? the way of godly men unto the Lord is known: Whereas the way of wicked men shall quite be overthrown.
The stranger's shield, the widow's stay, the orphan's help, is he: But yet by him the wicked's way turn'd upside down shall be.
When in me was o'erwhelm'd my sp'rit, then well thou knew'st my way; Where I did walk a snare for me they privily did lay.
The wicked shall it see, and fret, his teeth gnash, melt away: What wicked men do most desire shall utterly decay.
O en'my! now destructions have an end perpetual: Thou cities raz'd; perish'd with them is their memorial.
I look'd on my right hand, and view'd, but none to know me were; All refuge failed me, no man did for my soul take care.