Those that to me are enemies, of me do evil say, When shall he die, that so his name may perish quite away?
My bitter en'mies all the day reproaches cast on me; And, being mad at me, with rage against me sworn they be.
Yea, they that seek my life lay snares: who seek to do me wrong Speak things mischievous, and deceits imagine all day long.
For my transgressions I confess; my sin I ever see.
Behold, thou in the inward parts with truth delighted art; And wisdom thou shalt make me know within the hidden part.
They daily would me swallow up that hate me spitefully; For they be many that do fight against me, O most High.
My cry I will cause to ascend unto the Lord most high; To God, who doth all things for me perform most perfectly.
That th' earth thy way, and nations all may know thy saving grace.
Sith unto thee I daily cry, be merciful to me.
O turn to me thy countenance, and mercy on me have; Thy servant strengthen, and the son of thine own handmaid save.