Thou sore hast thrust, that I might fall, but my Lord helped me.
Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands, from vi'lent men me save; Who utterly to overthrow my goings purpos'd have.
Shew me a sign for good, that they which do me hate may see, And be asham'd; because thou, Lord, didst help and comfort me.
Oft did they vex me from my youth, yet not victorious were.