Let not the foot of cruel pride come, and against me stand; And let me not removed be, Lord, by the wicked's hand.
Before me still the Lord I set: sith it is so that he Doth ever stand at my right hand, I shall not moved be.
For good unto thy servant, Lord, thy servant's surety be: From the oppression of the proud do thou deliver me.
The proud have digged pits for me, which is against thy laws.
The men that are puff 'd up with pride against me forg'd a lie; Yet thy commandements observe with my whole heart will I.
The men whose hearts with pride are stuff'd did greatly me deride; Yet from thy straight commandements I have not turn'd aside.
The wicked in his loftiness doth persecute the poor: In these devices they have fram'd let them be taken sure.
He only my salvation is, and my strong rock is he; He only is my sure defence: I shall not moved be.