Nor let them say within their hearts, Ah, we would have it thus; Nor suffer them to say, that he is swallow'd up by us.
They had us swallow'd quick, when as their wrath 'gainst us did flame:
Unto the wicked man, O Lord, his wishes do not grant; Nor further thou his ill device, lest they themselves should vaunt.
Thus said they in their hearts, Let us destroy them out of hand: They burnt up all the synagogues of God within the land.
From heav'n he shall send down, and me from his reproach defend That would devour me: God his truth and mercy forth shall send.
With ill men draw me not away that work iniquity; That speak peace to their friends, while in their hearts doth mischief lie.
Give me not to mine en'mies' will; for witnesses that lie Against me risen are, and such as breathe out cruelty.
Turned back be they, Ha, ha! that say, their shaming to requite.