The men whose hearts with pride are stuff'd did greatly me deride; Yet from thy straight commandements I have not turn'd aside.
My persecutors many are, and foes that do combine; Yet from thy testimonies pure my heart doth not decline.
Back from thy way our heart not turn'd; our steps no straying made;
The men that are puff 'd up with pride against me forg'd a lie; Yet thy commandements observe with my whole heart will I.
I to thy testimonies cleave; shame do not on me cast.
Thou hast rebuk'd the cursed proud, who from thy precepts swerve.