O Lord, I unto thee do cry, do thou make haste to me, And give an ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
I poor and needy am; come, Lord, and make no stay: My help thou and deliv'rer art; O Lord, make no delay.
Be thou not far from me, my God: thy speedy help I crave.
Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust.
Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me; Lord, hasten to mine aid.
But be not far, O Lord, my strength; haste to give help to me.
Lord, hear my pray'r, attend my suits; and in thy faithfulness Give thou an answer unto me, and in thy righteousness.
The voice hear of my humble pray'rs, when unto thee I cry; When to thine holy oracle I lift mine hands on high.
Let them that for my soul do seek shamed and confounded be: Turned back be they, and shamed, that in my hurt delight.