He hath my soul delivered, that it in peace might be From battle that against me was; for many were with me.
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.
They daily would me swallow up that hate me spitefully; For they be many that do fight against me, O most High.
Lord, hear the right, attend my cry, unto my pray'r give heed, That doth not in hypocrisy from feigned lips proceed.