Psalms

Chapter 12

  1. 1

    Lord, must I still go all unremembered, must thy look still be turned away from me?

  2. 2

    Each day brings a fresh load of care, fresh misery to my heart;

  3. 3

    must I be ever the sport of my enemies?

  4. 4

    Look upon me, O Lord my God, and listen to me; give light to these eyes, before they close in death;

  5. 5

    do not let my enemies claim the mastery, my persecutors triumph over my fall!

  6. 6

    I cast myself on thy mercy; soon may this heart boast of redress granted, sing in praise of the Lord, my benefactor.