'Gainst those that were at peace with him he hath put forth his hand: The covenant that he had made, by breaking he profan'd.
My cov'nant I'll not break, nor change what with my mouth I spake.
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;)
Evil for good, hatred for love, to me they did repay.
But thou, displeased, hast cast off, thou didst abhor and loathe; With him that thine anointed is thou hast been very wroth.
My love I'll ever keep for him, my cov'nant fast shall stand.
Sham'd and sore vex'd be all my foes, Sham'd and back turned suddenly.
Thy throne is fix'd of old, and thou from everlasting art.