PSAL. CXLIII.
LOrd, hear my praier hear my suit, sent up in great distresse;
Answer me in thy faithfulnesse, and in thy righteousnesse.
[verse 2] In judgement with thy servant, Lord, oh enter not at all;
For just•…•…'d be in thy sight not one that liveth shall.
[verse 3] The enemy hath pursu'd my soule, my life to ground hath throwne;
And laid me in the dark, like them that dead are long agone.
[verse 4] Therefore my spirit is over-whelm'd, and pressed downe in me;
My heart in me is desolate, and doth no comfort see.
[verse 5] I call to mind the daies of old, on all thy workes I thought;
Upon the works I meditate, which thine own hands have wrought.
[verse 6]