1. Lord, from the ill and froward mangive me deliverance,And do thou safe preserve me fromthe man of violence:
2. Who in their heart mischievous thingsare meditating ever;And they for war assembled arecontinually together.
3. Much like unto a serpent's tonguetheir tongues they sharp do make;And underneath their lips there liesthe poison of a snake.
4. Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands,from vi'lent men me save;Who utterly to overthrowmy goings purpos'd have.
5. The proud for me a snare have hid,and cords; yea, they a netHave by the way-side for me spread;they gins for me have set.
6. I said unto the Lord, Thou artmy God: unto the cryOf all my supplications,Lord, do thine ear apply.