For me the wicked have laid wait, me seeking to destroy: But I thy testimonies true consider will with joy.
My soul thy testimonies pure observed carefully; On them my heart is set, and them I love exceedingly.
I to thy testimonies cleave; shame do not on me cast.
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.
Thy statutes, Lord, are wonderful, my soul them keeps with care.
I am thy servant, wisdom give, that I thy laws may know.
Bands of ill men me robb'd; yet I thy precepts did not slight.
My comfort, and my heart's delight, thy testimonies be; And they, in all my doubts and fears, are counsellors to me.
Yea, they that seek my life lay snares: who seek to do me wrong Speak things mischievous, and deceits imagine all day long.
The wicked man doth watch the just, and seeketh him to slay.
When as mine enemies and foes, most wicked persons all, To eat my flesh against me rose, they stumbled and did fall.
I of thy testimonies have above all things made choice, To be my heritage for aye; for they my heart rejoice.