Third PART

But thou, O God, the Lord, deal well, For thy Name's Sake, with me; Because thy Mercy's very great, Appear, and set me free. For I am poor, and destitute; My Heart, with Grief, doth swoon. I pass, like Ev'ning-Shades; I'm tost, Like Locusts, up and down. My Knees, with Fasting, weak are grown; Fat from my Flesh is fled. I'm their Reproach; and when they look On me, they shake the Head. Help me, O Lord, my God, save me; And make thy Mercy known. That all may see, this is thy Hand; Thou, Lord, this Thing hast done. Let them curse on; but, Lord, bless thou; And when they raise their Voice With Insult, let them be asham'd; Thy Servant let rejoice. May all my Foes be cloath'd with Shame, To see their Measures broke; And, in their own Confusion, wrapt Around, as with a Cloak. So will I greatly praise the Lord, And with my Mouth aloud; My grateful Thanks I'll to him sing, Among the Multitude. Because the Lord, at their Right-hand, Will stand, to help the Poor; To save him from th' unrighteous Judge, Who would his Soul devour.