They run, and, without fault in me, themselves do ready make: Awake to meet me with thy help; and do thou notice take.
Stir up thyself; wake, that thou may'st judgment to me afford, Ev'n to my cause, O thou that art my only God and Lord.
Rise, Lord, cast us not ever off; awake, why dost thou sleep?
Let not my wrongful enemies proudly rejoice o'er me; Nor who me hate without a cause, let them wink with the eye.
Cutt'st off that liars be: The bloody and deceitful man abhorred is by thee.
But shall they by iniquity escape thy judgments so? O God, with indignation down do thou the people throw.