1 Send aid, and save me from my foes,
O Lord, I pray to thee;
Defend and keep me from all those,
that rise and strive with me.
2 O Lord, preserve me from those men,
Whose doings are not good,
And set me sure and safe from them,
that thirst still after blood.
3 For lo, they wait my soul to take,
they rage against me still;
Yea, for no fault that I did make,
I never did them ill:
4 They run and do themselves prepare,
when I no whit offend;
Arise, and save me from their snare,
and see what they intend.
5 Arise, O God of Israel,
smite ev'ry heathen land;
And pity none that do rebel,
and in their mischief stand.
6 At night they run and seek about,
like dogs they howl also,
And all the city quite throughout
from place to place they go:
7 They speak of me with mouth alway,
but in their lips are swords;
They have contriv'd my death, and say,
There's no one hears our words.
8 But Lord, thou hast their ways espy'd,
and thou shalt them disgrace;
The heathen folk thou dost deride,
and mock them to their face.
9 The strength that doth our foes withstand,
O Lord, doth come from thee;
Thou art, O God, my help at hand,
a fort and fence to me.
10 The Lord to me doth show his grace
in great abundance still,
That I may see my foes in case
such as my heart doth will.
The Second Part.
11 Destroy them not at once, O Lord,
lest it from mind do fall;
But with thy strength drive them abroad,
and so consume them all.
12 For their ill words and lying tongue
confound them in their pride,
Their wicked oaths with lies and wrong
let all the world deride.
13 That men may know thro'out the world
that Jacob's God doth reign.
Consume them in thy wrath, O Lord,
that nought of them remain;
14 At ev'ning they return apace,
as dogs they grin and cry;
Throughout the streets in ev'ry place
they run about and spy:
15 They seek about for meat alway,
but let them not be fed,
Nor find a house wherein they may
be bold to put their head.
16 But I will shew thy strength abroad,
thy goodness I will praise;
For thou art my defence and God
in time of need always.
17 Thou art my strength, thou hast me stay'd,
O Lord, I sing to thee;
Thou art my fort, my fence, and aid,
a loving God to me.Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #LIX