Henry Purcell
Be merciful unto me
Be merciful unto me, O God, for man goeth about to devour me: he is daily fighting, and troubling me
Mine enemies are daily in hand to swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most Highest
Nevertheless, though I am sometime afraid: yet put I my trust in thee
I will praise God, because of his word: I have put my trust in God, and will not fear what flesh can do unto me
They daily mistake my words: all that they imagine is to do me evil
They hold all together, and keep themselves close: and mark my steps, when they lay wait for my soul
Shall they escape for their wickedness: thou, O God, in thy displeasure shalt cast them down
In God's word I will rejoice: in the Lord's word will I comfort me
Yea, in God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me