In our low state who on us thought: for he hath mercy ever.
Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I.
God saves the meek: I was brought low, he did me help afford.
He from the dust doth raise the poor, that very low doth lie; And from the dunghill lifts the man oppress'd with poverty;
The prayer of the destitute he surely will regard; Their prayer will he not despise, by him it shall be heard.