1 Lord save me from the evill man,
and from the cruell wight
Deliver me, which evill do
imagine in their sprite.
2 Which make on me continuall warre,
their tongues 1oe they have whet
3 Like Serpents; underneath their lips
is Adders poyson set.
4 Keep me (O Lord) from wicked hands,
preserve me to abide:
Free from the cruell man that meanes
to cause my steps to slide.
5 The proud have laid a snare for me,
and they have spread a net
With cords in my path-way, and gins
for me eke have they set.
6 Therefore I said unto the Lord,
thou art my God alone:
Heare me O Lord, O heare the voice
wherewith I pray and mone.
7 O Lord my God, thou only art
the strength that saveth me:
My head in day of battell hath
been covered still by thee.
8 Let not (O Lord) the wicked have
the end of his desire:
Performe not his ill thoughts, lest he
with pride be set on fire.
9 Of them that compasse me about,
the chiefest of them all,
Lord let the mischiefe of their lips
upon themselves befall.
10 Let coales fall on them, let him cast
east in consuming flame:
And in deep pits, so as they may
may rise out of the same.
11 For no backbiter shall on earth
be set in stable plight:
And evill to destruction still
shall hunt the cruell wight.
12 I know the Lord th'afflicted will
revenge, and judge the poore:
13 The just shall praise thy name, and shal
dwell with thee evermore.
|First Line:||Lord save me from the evill man|
|Notes:||Sing this to Lamentation|