Psalm 59

From Scottish Metrical Psalms 1650

Meter: 8,6,8,6

1    My God, deliver me from those
       that are mine enemies;
     And do thou me defend from those
       that up against me rise.
2    Do thou deliver me from them
       that work iniquity;
     And give me safety from the men
       of bloody cruelty.

3    For, lo, they for my soul lay wait:
       the mighty do combine
     Against me, Lord; not for my fault,
       nor any sin of mine.
4    They run, and, without fault in me,
       themselves do ready make:
     Awake to meet me with thy help;
       and do thou notice take.

5    Awake therefore, Lord God of hosts,
       thou God of Israel,
     To visit heathen all: spare none
       that wickedly rebel.
6    At ev'ning they go to and fro;
       they make great noise and sound,
     Like to a dog, and often walk
       about the city round.

7    Behold, they belch out with their mouth,
       and in their lips are swords:
     For they do say thus, Who is he
       that now doth hear our words?
8    But thou, O Lord, shalt laugh at them,
       and all the heathen mock.
9    While he's in pow'r I'll wait on thee;
       for God is my high rock.

10   He of my mercy that is God
       betimes shall me prevent;
     Upon mine en'mies God shall let
       me see mine heart's content.
11   Them slay not, lest my folk forget;
       but scatter them abroad
     By thy strong pow'r; and bring them down,
       O thou our shield and God.

12   For their mouth's sin, and for the words
       that from their lips do fly,
     Let them be taken in their pride;
       because they curse and lie.
13   In wrath consume them, them consume,
       that so they may not be:
     And that in Jacob God doth rule
       to th' earth's ends let them see.

14   At ev'ning let thou them return,
       making great noise and sound,
     Like to a dog, and often walk
       about the city round.
15   And let them wander up and down,
       in seeking food to eat;
     And let them grudge when they shall not
       be satisfy'd with meat.

16   But of thy pow'r I'll sing aloud;
       at morn thy mercy praise:
     For thou to me my refuge wast,
       and tow'r, in troublous days.
17   O God, thou art my strength, I will
       sing praises unto thee;
     For God is my defence, a God
       of mercy unto me.

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