Lord, haste me to deliver; with speed, Lord, succor me.
Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust.
Be thou not far from me, my God: thy speedy help I crave.
In thy great indignation, O Lord, rebuke me not; Nor on me lay thy chast'ning hand, in thy displeasure hot.
Draw near my soul, and it redeem; me from my foes defend.