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My God from them deliver me

My God from them deliver me

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1 My God from them deliver me.
That are mine enemies:
Set thou me up on high from them
That up against me rise.
2 From them that painful wickedness
Do work deliver me;
And be to me a savior
From such as bloody be.

3 For lo, they for my soul lay wait,
The mighty men combine
'Gainst me, not for my trespass, Lord,
Nor any sin of mine.
4 Without iniquity in me,
They run and ready make
Themselves: do thou behold, also
Unto my help awake.

5 Lord God of hosts: thou Israel's God
To visit rise therefore,
All heathens; who sin wickedly
To them shew grace no more. Selah.
6 At ev'ning back they do return,
They utter such a sound
As doth a dog, and so they go
About the city round.

7 Behold they belch out with their mouths,
Within their lips are swords;
For who is he that doth us hear?
These are their very words.
8 But thou, O Lord, wilt laugh at them;
And all the heathen mock.
9 And for his strength I'll wait on thee,
Because God is my rock.


10 The God of my benignity,
With good prvent shall me:
God shall bive me upon my foes
My full desire to see,
11 Them slay not lest my folk forget,
But scatter them apart
By thy strong pow'r and bring them down,
Our shield and Lord who art.

12 For their mouths sin and their lips words
In their pride do them take;
And for their cursing and their lies,
Which in their speech they make.
13 Consume thou them, in wrath consume
And let them be no more:
So they, that God in Jacob rules,
Shall know the earth all o'er. Selah.

14 And they at evening shall return,
Noise as a dog shall make:
And so about the city round,
A compass they shall take.
15 And they shall wonder up and down
To seek what they may get,
And if they be not satisfy'd,
Then shall they grudge therat.
16 But I will sing thy pow'r and shout
Thy kindness sin the morn:
For thou my tower and refuge art,
When as I am forlorn.
17 A psalm of praise I will sing forth,
O thou my strength to thee:
For God is mine high tower, the God
Of mercy mine is he.

Source: The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New-Testament: faithfully translated into English metre: for the use, edification, and comfort of the saints...especially in New-England (25th ed) #PLIX

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