Thou tread'st down all that love to stray; false their deceit doth prove.
Unfeignedly thee have I sought with all my soul and heart: O let me not from the right path of thy commands depart.
Thou hast rebuk'd the cursed proud, who from thy precepts swerve.
From me the wicked way of lies let far removed be; And graciously thy holy law do thou grant unto me.
Ev'n for the space of forty years this race hath grieved me. I said, This people errs in heart, my ways they do not know:
But, like their fathers, turned back, and dealt unfaithfully: Aside they turned, like a bow that shoots deceitfully.