tunes: v 1-6 Morven, Ballerma; v 7-1o Irish, Praetorius]
the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1When I to thee my prayer make,
Lord, to my voice give ear;
life save from the enemy,
of whom I stand in fear.
2Me from their secret counsel hide
who do live wickedly;
insurrection of those men
that work iniquity:
3Who do their tongues with malice whet,
and make them cut like swords;
whose bent bows are arrows set,
ev'n sharp and bitter words:
4That they may at the perfect man
in secret aim their shot;
suddenly they dare at him
to shoot, and fear it not.
5In ill encourage they themselves,
and their snares close do lay:
conference they have;
Who shall them see? they say.
6They have search'd out iniquities,
a perfect search they keep:
each of them the inward thought,
and very heart, is deep.
7God shall an arrow shoot at them,
and wound them suddenly:
8So their own tongue shall them confound;
all who them see shall fly.
9And on all men a fear shall fall,
God's works they shall declare;
they shall wisely notice take
what these his doings are.
10In God the righteous shall rejoice,
and trust upon his might;
they shall greatly glory all
in heart that are upright.
The Psalms in Metre