THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LIX

Save me, my God, from all my Foes; Thy high Defence I crave, From evil Workers set me free; From bloody Men me save. Lo! for my Soul they lye in wait, And mighty Men combine Against my Life; not for my Fault, Lord, nor Offence of mine. They run upon me unprovok'd, And all their Force prepare; See, Lord, my Danger, stir thyself, And for mine Aid appear. Wake, Lord of Hosts, thou Isr'el's God, None of the Heathen spare; No longer let thy Patience, with Such bold Transgressors, bear. When Ev'ning comes, they fresh return, Their Rage admits no Change; They bark, and snarle, and growl, like Dogs, And round the City range. Their Mouth impetously pours out Words bitter, hard to bear; Between their Lips are pointed Swords; "For who (say they,) doth hear? But thou, O Lord, shall laugh at them; And all the Heathen scorn. O thou my Strength, I'll on Thee wait; For God's my Safety's Horn.