Third PART

All my Reproach is known to Thee, My Shame, and my Disgrace; My Adversaries, and their Plots, Are all before thy Face. Reproach hath broke my heavy Heart, And when I look'd around, For some to pity, there was none, No Comforter I found. Thirsty, they Vinegar to drink, And Gall, gave me, for Food. Their Table shall become their Snare; Their Trap, what should be good. Their Eyes be dark, lest they should see; Their Loins be made to shake. Thy Fury shall on them be pour'd, Thy Wrath hold on them take. Their Palace, and their Tents, be waste; That they may none receive. They persecute whom thou hast smote; With Words thy wounded grieve. They Sin to Sin shall add, till they No Part in Mercy claim. Thou, from the Book of Life, shalt blot, And from the Just, their Name.