The Origins Of Virtue - Prayer for Rescue from Persecutors Lyrics

Psalm 17
Hear the rite, O Lord
Attend unto my cry
Give ear unto my prayer
That goeth not out of fiend lips
Let my sentence come forth from thy presence
Let thine eyes behold the things that are equal
Thou hast proved mine heart
Thou hast visited me in the night
Thou hast tried me and shall find nothing
I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress
Concerning the works of men by the word of thy lips
I have kept me from the path of the destroyer
Hold up my goings in thy paths
That my footsteps slip not
I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God
Incline thy ear unto me and hear my speech
Shew thy marvelous lovingkindness
O thou that savest by thy right hand
Them which put their trust in thee
From those that rise up against them
Keep me as the apple of the eye
Hide me under the shadow of thy wings
From the wicked that oppress me
From my deadly enemies who compass me about
They are enclosed in their own fat
With their mouth they speak proudly
They have now compassed us in our steps
They have set their eyes bowing down to the earth
Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey
And as it were a young lion lurking in secret places
Arise, O Lord
Disappoint him
Cast him down
Deliver my soul from the wicked which is thy sword
From men which are thy hand, O Lord
From men of the world which have their portion in this life
And whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure
They are full of children
And leave the rest of their substance of their babes
As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness
I shall be satisfied when I awake with thy likeness