Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands, from vi'lent men me save; Who utterly to overthrow my goings purpos'd have.
Let not the foot of cruel pride come, and against me stand; And let me not removed be, Lord, by the wicked's hand.
Free me, my God, from wicked hands, hands cruel and unjust:
Hold up my goings, Lord, me guide in those thy paths divine, So that my footsteps may not slide out of those ways of thine.
Thou lovest all-devouring words, O thou deceitful tongue.
That so she may not hear the voice of one that charm her would, No, not though he most cunning were, and charm most wisely could.