- O Lord upon thee do I call,
- Lord haste thee unto me.
- And hearken Lord, unto my voice,
- when I do cry to thee,
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- 2 As incense let my prayer
- be directed in thine eyes:
- And the uplifting of my hands
- as evening sacrifice.
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- 3 My Lord for guiding of my mouth
- set thou a watch before:
- And also of my mourning lips
- O Lord keep thou the door,
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- 4 That I should wicked works commit,
- incline thou not my heart:
- With ill men of their delicates
- Lord let me eat no part.
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- 5 But let the righteous smite me Lord,
- for that is good for me,
- Let him reprove me, and the same
- a precious oil shall be.
- Such smiting shall not break my head,
- the time shall shortly fall,
- When I shall in their misery
- make prayers for them all.
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- 6 Then when in stony places down
- their Judges shall be cast:
- Then shall they hear my words, for then
- they have a pleasant tast.
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- 7 Our bones about the grave’s mouth,
- lo scattered are they found:
- As he that heweth wood, or he
- that diggeth up the ground.
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- 8 But O my Lord my God, mine eyes
- do look up unto thee:
- In thee is all my trust, let not
- my soul forsaken be.
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- 9 Which they have laid to catch me in,
- Lord keep me from the snare:
- And from the subtle gins of them
- that wicked workers are.
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- 10 The wicked into their own nets
- together let them fall:
- While I do by thy help escape
- the danger of them all.
