Second PART

False Witness rose, and charged me, With Crimes I never knew. They me reward with Ill, for Good; My very Life pursue. But I, when they were sick, myself With Sack-cloth did invest; With Fasts I mourned, and my Pray'r Return'd into my Breast. Had he, my Friend, or Brother, been, So were my Actions turn'd; I bow'd down heavily, as one That for his Mother mourn'd. But my least slip was their Delight, When they assembled were; Abjects, unknown, together get, My Fame incessant tear. Vile Parasites, who cringe for Bread, Admitted to their Feasts, At me have snarl'd, and gnash'd their Teeth, And flung their impious Jests. How long, O Lord, wilt thou look on? Me rescue from their Pow'r; My Darling from the Lyon keep, That threatens to devour. So, in the Congregation great, With Thanks I'll Thee confess; And, in the Face of all the World, To Thee my Praise address.