121 To all men I have judgment done,
performing justice right;
Then let me not be left unto
my fierce oppressors’ might.
122 For good unto thy servant, Lord,
thy servant’s surety be:
From the oppression of the proud
do thou deliver me.
123 Mine eyes do fail with looking long
for thy salvation,
The word of thy pure righteousness
while I do wait upon.
124 In mercy with thy servant deal,
thy laws me teach and show.
125 I am thy servant, wisdom give,
that I thy laws may know.
126 ’Tis time thou work, Lord; for they have
made void thy law divine.
127 Therefore thy precepts more I love
than gold, yea, gold most fine.
128 Concerning all things thy commands
all right I judge therefore;
And ev’ry false and wicked way
I perfectly abhor.
Source: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P142