(To the choir-master. Of David. A commemoration.✻ )

Deign, O God, to set me free; Lord, make haste to help me.

Disappoint them, put them to the blush, the enemies who plot against my life!

Baffled let them go their way, that rejoice at my ill fortune; slink away in confusion, that crowed over me so loud!

Triumphant joy be theirs, who long for thee; Praise to the Lord, be ever their song, who look eagerly now for thy succour.

Thou seest me helpless and destitute; my God, help me. Thou art my champion and my deliverer; Lord, do not delay thy coming.