Return, O Lord, my soul set free; O save me, for thy mercies' sake.
Arise, and disappoint my foe, and cast him down, O Lord: My soul save from the wicked man, the man which is thy sword.
The Lord shall keep thy soul; he shall preserve thee from all ill.
Upon the name of God the Lord then did I call, and say, Deliver thou my soul, O Lord, I do thee humbly pray.
Turn yet again to us, O Lord, how long thus shall it be? Let it repent thee now for those that servants are to thee.
O God of hosts, we thee beseech, return now unto thine; Look down from heav'n in love, behold, and visit this thy vine:
From sword my soul, from pow'r of dogs my darling set thou free.
From lying lips, and guileful tongue, O Lord, my soul set free.
For my distressed soul from death deliver'd was by thee: Thou didst my mourning eyes from tears, my feet from falling, free.
Because thy mercy toward me in greatness doth excel; And thou deliver'd hast my soul out from the lowest hell.
But, in an acceptable time, my pray'r, Lord, is to thee: In truth of thy salvation, Lord, and mercy great, hear me.
My sins and faults of youth do thou, O Lord, forget: After thy mercy think on me, and for thy goodness great.
How long take counsel in my soul, still sad in heart, shall I? How long exalted over me Shall be mine enemy?
How long, Lord, shall the enemy thus in reproach exclaim? And shall the adversary thus always blaspheme thy name?
How long, Lord, shall thine anger last? wilt thou still keep the same? And shall thy fervent jealousy burn like unto a flame?