1. When I to thee my prayer make,Lord, to my voice give ear;My life save from the enemy,of whom I stand in fear.
2. Me from their secret counsel hidewho do live wickedly;From insurrection of those menthat work iniquity:
3. Who do their tongues with malice whet,and make them cut like swords;In whose bent bows are arrows set,ev'n sharp and bitter words:
4. That they may at the perfect manin secret aim their shot;Yea, suddenly they dare at him to shoot,and fear it not.
5. In ill encourage they themselves,and their snares close do lay:Together conference they have;Who shall them see? they say.