12. For ills past reck'ning compass me,and mine iniquitiesSuch hold upon me taken have,I cannot lift mine eyes:They more than hairs are on mine head,thence is my heart dismay'd.
13. Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me;Lord, hasten to mine aid.
14. Sham'd and confounded be they allthat seek my soul to kill;Yea, let them backward driven be,and sham'd, that wish me ill.
15. For a reward of this their shameconfounded let them be.That in this manner scoffing say,Aha, aha! to me.
16. In thee let all be glad, and joy,who seeking thee abide;Who thy salvation love, say still,The Lord be magnify'd.
17. I'm poor and needy, yet the Lordof me a care doth take:Thou art my help and saviour,my God, no tarrying make.