Wherewith thy raging enemies reproach'd, O Lord, think on; Wherewith they have reproach'd the steps of thine anointed one.
How long, Lord, shall the enemy thus in reproach exclaim? And shall the adversary thus always blaspheme thy name?
From heav'n he shall send down, and me from his reproach defend That would devour me: God his truth and mercy forth shall send.
To brethren strange, to mother's sons an alien I became.