So shall I have wherewith I may give him an answer just, Who spitefully reproacheth me; for in thy word I trust.
My soul for thy salvation faints; yet I thy word believe.
So who thee fear shall joy to see me trusting in thy word.
Remember, Lord, thy gracious word thou to thy servant spake, Which, for a ground of my sure hope, thou causedst me to take.
In God I'll praise his word; I will not fear what flesh can do, my trust is in the Lord.
'Tis as a sword within my bones, when my foes me upbraid; Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God? 'tis daily to me said.
Many say of my soul, For him in God no succour lies.
I also am a vile reproach unto them made to be; And they that did upon me look did shake their heads at me.