1 O Lord, I unto thee do cry,do thou make haste to me,And give an ear unto my voice,when I cry unto thee.
2 As incense let my prayer bedirected in thine eyes;And the uplifting of my handsas th' ev 'ning sacrifice.
3 Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,keep of my lips the door.
4 My heart incline thou not untothe ills I should abhor,To practise wicked works with menthat work iniquity;And with their delicates my tastelet me not satisfy.
5 Let him that righteous is me smite,it shall a kindness be;Let him reprove, I shall it counta precious oil to me:Such smiting shall not break my head;for yet the time shall fall,When I in their calamitiesto God pray for them shall.
6 When as their judges down shall bein stony places cast,Then shall they hear my words; for theyshall sweet be to their taste.
7 About the grave's devouring mouthour bones are scatter'd round,As wood which men do cut and cleavelies scatter'd on the ground.