1 O God give eare and do apply,
to heare me when I pray:
And when to thee I call and cry,
hide not thy selfe away.
2 Take heed to me, grant my request
and answer me againe:
With plaints I pray full sore opprest,
great griefe doth me constraine.
3 Because my foes with threats and cries,
oppresse me through despight:
And so the wicked sort likewise
to vexe me take delight.
4 For they in counsell do conspire,
to charge me with some ill:
So in their hasty wrath and ire
they do pursue me still.
5 My heart doth faint for want of breath,
it panteth in my brest:
With terrors and the dread of death,
do work me much unrest.
6 Such dreadfull feare on me doth fall,
that I therewith do quake:
Such horror whelmeth me withall,
that I no shift can make.
7 But I did say who will give me
the swift and pleasant wings
Of some faire Dove, that I may flee,
and rest me from these things.
8 Lo then I would go farre away,
to fly I would not cease:
And I would hide my selfe and stay
in some great wildernesse.
9 I would be gone in all the hast,
and not abide behind,
That I were quit and overpast
these blasts of boisterous wind.
10 Divide them, Lord & from them pull
their divelish double tongue:
For I have spide their city full
of rapine, strife, and wrong.
11 Which things both night & day throughout
do close her as a wall:
In midst of her is mischief stout,
and sorrow eke withall.
12 Her inward parts are wicked plaine,
her deeds are much too file:
And in her streets there doth remaine
all crafty fraud and guile.
The second Part:
13 If that my foes did seek my shame,
I might it well abide:
From open enemies check and blame,
some where I could me hide.
14 But thou it was, my fellow deare,
which friendship didst pretend:
And didst my secret counsell heare,
as a familiar friend.
15 With whom I had delight to talk
in secret and abroad:
And we together oft did walk.
within the house of God.
16 Let death in hast upon them fall,
and send them quick to hell:
For mischiefe raigneth in the hall,
and parlour where they dwell.
17 But I unto my God will cry,
to him for aid I flee:
The Lord will help me by and by,
and he will succour me.
18 At morning, noone, and evening tide,
unto the Lord I pray:
When I so constantly have cride,
he did not say me nay.
19 To peace he shall restore me yet,
though warre be now at hand,
Although the number be full great,
that would against me stand.
20 The Lord that first and last doth raign
both now and evermore:
Will heare when I to him complaine,
and punish them full sore.
21 For sure there is no hope that they
to turn will once accord:
For why? they will not God obey,
nor yet do feare the Lord.
22 Upon their friends they laid their hands
which were in covenant knit:
Of friendship to neglect the bands,
they passe or care no whit
23 While they have war within their hearts,
as butter are their words:
Although their words were smothe as oyle,
they cut as sharp as swords.
25 Cast thou thy care upon the Lord,
and he shall nourish thee:
For in no wise will he accord
the just in thrall to see.
25 But God shall cast them deep in pit,
who thirst for blood alwaies:
He will no guilefull man permit
to live out halfe his daies.
26 Though such be quite destroid & gone
in thee O Lord I trust:
I will depend thy grace upon
with all my heart and lust.
|First Line:||O God give eare and do apply|
|Notes:||Sing this as Psalm 35|