O God, the proud are risen against me: and the assembly of violent men, Which have not thee before their eyes, seek after my soul. Bu thou, O Lord, art a pitiful God, and a merciful God: Slow to anger, and great in goodness and truth.
O God, the proud are risen against me: and the assembly of violent men, Which have not thee before their eyes, seek after my soul. Bu thou, O Lord, art a pitiful God, and a merciful God: Slow to anger, and great in goodness and truth.