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Scottish Psalter: Psalm 59

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Psalm 59: My God, deliver me from those

To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David; when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him.

Meter: C.M. (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.