1 O God do thou give ear unto
And hide not thou thy self away
From my petition.
2 O be attentive unto me,
And answer me return;
I in my meditation
Do make a noise and mourn.
3 By reason of the en'mies voice,
And vile one that oppress'd:
For wickedness on me they cast,
And me in wrath detest.
4 Mine heart in me is pained sore,
Death's terrors me surprise:
5 Trembling and fear doth on me come,
And horror on me seize.
6 Then did I say, O who to me
Wings of a dove will give?
That I might fly away, and might
In quiet dwelling live.
7 Lo then far off I wander would,
And in the desart stay. Selah.
8 Soon from the storm and wind I would
The tempest 'scape away.
9 O Lord on them destruction bring,
Do thou their tongues divide:
For strife and vi'lence I within
The city have espi'd.
10 About it on the walls thereof
They walk both night and day:
Mischief also and sorrow do
In middest of it stay.
11 In midst thereof there's wickedness,
Deceit doth thee abide:
Likewise out of the streets thereof
Guile turneth not aside.
12 For 'twas no foe reproached me,
I could it then abide:
Nor did my hater vaunt o're me
From him I could me hide.
13 But thou it was, the man that wert
My well esteemed peer:
Which wast to me my special guide,
And mine acquaintance near.
14 We did together counsel take
In sweet society:
And we did walk unto the house
Of God in company.
15 Let death seize on them, and let them
Sink down quick into hell:
For wickedness among them is,
In places where they dwell.
16 But as for me I'll call on God,
And me the Lord save shall,
At ev'ning, morn, and noon I'll pray,
And I aloud will call:
And he also will hear my voice.
18 Who hath my soul set free
In peace from war that was 'gainst me:
For many were with me.
19 God shall both hear and them afflict
Who doth of old abide; Selah.
Because that they no charges have,
God's fear they laid aside.
20 'Gainst such as be at peace with him
He hath put forth his hadn;
He also hath the covenant
Which he hath made profan'd.
21 Whilst war was in his heart, more smooth
Than butter were his words:
His words more soft than any oyl,
But yet they were drawn swords.
22 Thy burden on Jehovah cast,
And he support thee shall:
He will not give the righteous man
To be remov'd at all.
23 Thou God, shalt bring them down to hell,
The men of blood who be
And guile, shall not live half their days,
But I will trust in thee.