Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Preserve me, Lord, from crafty foes of treacherous intent; 2 And from the sons of violence, on open mischief bent.
3 Their sland'ring tongue the serpent's sting in sharpness does exceed; Between their lips the gall of asps and adders' venom breed.
4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands, nor leave my soul forlorn, A prey to sons of violence, who have my ruin sworn.
6 The proud for me have laid their snare, and spread their wily net; With traps and gins**, where'er I move, I find my steps beset,
6 But thus environed with distress, thou art my God, I said; Lord, hear my supplicating voice, that calls to thee for aid.
7 O Lord, the God, whose saving strength kind succor did convey, And covered my advent'rous head in battle's doubtful day:
8 Permit not their unjust designs to answer their desire; Lest they, encouraged by success, to bolder crimes aspire.
9 Let first their chiefs the sad effects of their injustice mourn: The blast of their envenomed breath upon themselves return.
10 Let them who kindled first the flame its sacrifice become; The pit, they digged for me be made their own untimely tomb.
11 Tho slander's breath may raise a storm, it quickly will decay; Their rage does but the torrent swell that bears themselves away.
12 God will assert the poor man's cause, and speedy succor give; The just shall celebrate his praise, and in his presence live. ** gins - archaic, traps, snares.