2 The voice hear of my humble pray'rs,when unto thee I cry;When to thine holy oracleI lift mine hands on high.
3 With ill men draw me not awaythat work iniquity;That speak peace to their friends, while intheir hearts doth mischief lie.
4 Give them according to their deedsand ills endeavoured:And as their handy-works deserve,to them be rendered.
5 God shall not build, but them destroy,who would not understandThe Lord's own works, nor did regardthe doing of his hand.
6 For ever blessed be the Lord,for graciously he heardThe voice of my petitions,and prayers did regard.
7 The Lord's my strength and shield; my heartupon him did rely;And I am helped: hence my heartdoth joy exceedingly,And with my song I will him praise.
8 Their strength is God alone:He also is the saving strengthof his anointed one.