Bands of ill men me robb'd; yet I thy precepts did not slight.
I, like a lost sheep, went astray; thy servant seek, and find: For thy commands I suffer'd not to slip out of my mind.
The proud for me a snare have hid, and cords; yea, they a net Have by the way-side for me spread; they gins for me have set.
For me the wicked have laid wait, me seeking to destroy: But I thy testimonies true consider will with joy.
O Lord, how are my foes increas'd? against me many rise.
Upon thy statutes my delight shall constantly be set: And, by thy grace, I never will thy holy word forget.