And they for good that render ill, as en'mies me withstood; Yea, ev'n for this, because that I do follow what is good.
They, to the spoiling of my soul, me ill for good repaid.
If I rewarded ill to him that was at peace with me; (Yea, ev'n the man that without cause my foe was I did free;)
Consider thou my foes, because they many are; And it a cruel hatred is which they against me bear.
Let not my wrongful enemies proudly rejoice o'er me; Nor who me hate without a cause, let them wink with the eye.
From prison bring my soul, that I thy name may glorify: The just shall compass me, when thou with me deal'st bounteously.