1 Lord, hear my pray'r, attend my suits;and in thy faithfulnessGive thou an answer unto me,and in thy righteousness.
2 Thy servant also bring thou notin judgment to be try'd:Because no living man can bein thy sight justify'd.
3 For th' en'my hath pursu'd my soul,my life to ground down tread:In darkness he hath made me dwell,as who have long been dead.
4 My sp'rit is therefore overwhelm'din me perplexedly;Within me is my very heartamazed wondrously.
5 I call to mind the days of old,to meditate I useOn all thy works; upon the deedsI of thy hands do muse.
6 My hands to thee I stretch; my soulthirsts, as dry land, for thee.