Psalm 17: Deliver Me

Around me circle wicked men,
I’m vanquished, and no one defends.
Their callousness is full complete,
Their mouths of haughtiness replete.
They strangle, compass all our steps,
Their eyes o’er all the the earth have swept.
As like the little lions leering,
Lusting, longing, terror tearing.
Arise before his ace, O Lord,
Beat him, bend him with Your sword.
Deliver me from worldly men,
Their heritage will shortly end.
Though the eat and children birth,
Their goods and joys are but of earth.
Your righteousness I have embraced,
And when I wake, I’ll see your face.


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