My times are wholly in thine hand: do thou deliver me From their hands that mine enemies and persecutors be.
Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I.
Lord, free me from my foes; I flee to thee to cover me.
For th' en'my hath pursu'd my soul, my life to ground down tread: In darkness he hath made me dwell, as who have long been dead.
And of thy mercy slay my foes; let all destroyed be That do afflict my soul: for I a servant am to thee.
Dear in God's sight is his saints' death.
Arise, and disappoint my foe, and cast him down, O Lord: My soul save from the wicked man, the man which is thy sword.
O Lord, I trust in thee: My God, let me not be asham'd, nor foes triumph o'er me.
I of the Lord my God will say, He is my refuge still, He is my fortress, and my God, and in him trust I will.
O God the Lord, who art the strength of my salvation: A cov'ring in the day of war my head thou hast put on.