But now become exceeding poor and sorrowful am I: By thy salvation, O my God, let me be set on high.
I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord of me a care doth take: Thou art my help and saviour, my God, no tarrying make.
For I am poor and indigent, afflicted sore am I, My heart within me also is wounded exceedingly.
JEHOVAH hear thee in the day when trouble he doth send: And let the name of Jacob's God thee from all ill defend.
For he shall stand at his right hand who is in poverty, To save him from all those that would condemn his soul to die.
I poor and needy am; come, Lord, and make no stay: My help thou and deliv'rer art; O Lord, make no delay.
My God, deliver me from those that are mine enemies; And do thou me defend from those that up against me rise.
He saves me from mine enemies; yea, thou hast lifted me Above my foes; and from the man of vi'lence set me free.