God give ear and do apply
To hear me when I pray
And when to thee I call and cry
Hide not thy self away

Take heed to me, grant my request
And answer me again
With plaints I pray, full sore oppressed
Great grief doth me constrain

Because my foes, with threats and cries
Oppress me through despite
And so the wicked sort likewise
To vex me have delight

For they in council do conspire
To charge me with some ill
So in their hasty wrath and ire
They do pursue me still