For thou the God art of my strength; why thrusts thou me thee fro'? For th' enemy's oppression why do I mourning go?
And I will say to God my rock, Why me forgett'st thou so? Why, for my foes' oppression, thus mourning do I go?
The Lord's my strength and shield; my heart upon him did rely; And I am helped: hence my heart doth joy exceedingly, And with my song I will him praise.
For sure the Lord will not cast off those that his people be, Neither his own inheritance quit and forsake will he:
But now we are cast off by thee, and us thou putt'st to shame; And when our armies do go forth, thou go'st not with the same.
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.
For ever will the Lord cast off, and gracious be no more?
O do not cast me off, when as old age doth overtake me; And when my strength decayed is, then do not thou forsake me.
And sith thou art my strength, therefore pull me out of the net, Which they in subtilty for me so privily have set.
'Tis as a sword within my bones, when my foes me upbraid; Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God? 'tis daily to me said.
Distress'd am I, and from my youth I ready am to die; Thy terrors I have borne, and am distracted fearfully.