Perplext in mind I pine away,
And mourning wast the tedious day;
My Flesh no more
Then all one Sore;
All parts at once decay.
Much broken; all my strength o'rethrowne;
Through anguish of my Soule I groane.
Lord, thou dost see
My thoughts and mee;
My Sighs to thee are knowne.
My sad Heart pants, my nerves relent,
My Sight growes dim; and to augment
My miseries,
All my Allies
And Friends themselves absent.
[Part. 2] Who seeke my life, their Snares extend;
Their wicked thoughts on Mischiefe bend:
Calumniate,
And lye in wait
To bring me to my end.
But I as deafe to them appeare,
As mute, as if I tonguelesse were:
My passion rul'd,
Like one that could
At all not speake nor heare.
Because my hopes on thee relye:
My God, I said, O heare my cry;
Lest they should boast,
Who hate me most,
And in my ruine joy.
For O! I droop, with struggling spent:
My thoughts are on my sorrowes bent.
My sinnes excesse
I will confesse;
In showres of teares repent.
My foes are full of strength and pride;
Who causelesse hate, are multipli'd:
Who good with ill
Repay; would kill,
Because I just abide.