Psal. V.

Jehovah to my words give ear     My meditation waigh     The voyce of my complaining hear     My King and God for unto thee I pray.     Jehovah thou my early voyce     Shalt in the morning hear     Ith'morning I to thee with choyce     Will rank my Prayers, and watch till thou appear.     For thou art not a God that takes     In wickedness delight     Evil with thee no biding makes     Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight.     All workers of iniquity     Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly     The bloodi' and guileful man God doth detest.     But I will in thy mercies dear     Thy numerous mercies go     Into thy house; I in thy fear     Will towards thy holy temple worship low.     Lord lead me in thy righteousness     Lead me because of those     That do observe if I transgress,     Set thy wayes right before, where my step goes.     For in his faltring mouth unstable     No word is firm or sooth     Their inside, troubles miserable;     An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.     God, find them guilty, let them fall     By their own counsels quell'd;     Push them in their rebellions all     Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd;     Then all who trust in thee shall bring     Their joy, while thou from blame     Defend'st them, they shall ever sing     And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.     For thou Jehovah wilt be found     To bless the just man still,     As with a shield thou wilt surround     Him with thy lasting favour and good will.