Бёрд Уильям - My soul oppressed with care - текст песни (слова)

My soule opprest with care and griefe,
 doth cleave unto the dust:
 O quicken mee after thy woord,
 for therein doe I trust.
 My waies unto thee have I shew'd,
 thou answerest mee againe:
 Teach mee thy law and so I shall,
 bee eased of my paine.
 The way of thy commandments Lord,
 make mee to understand:
 And I will muse uppon the power
 And wonders of thy hand.
 My heart doth melt and pine away,
 for verie paine and griefe:
 O, raise mee up, after thy word
 And send mee some reliefe.
 All falsehood, and false waies O Lord,
 doe thou from mee remove:
 And graunt mee grace to know thy law
 And onely that to love.
 The way of truth I choose to tread,
 to keepe my life in awe:
 And see before me as a marke,
 Thy sacred woord and law.
 I cleave, O Lord, unto all things,
 witnessed by thy speech:
 Whereof that I repent mee not
 I humbly thee beseech.
 When that my heart thou shalt enlarge,
 to seeke and run the waies:
 Of thy precepts, I will not faile,
 the length of all my daies.
 Metrical version of Psalm 119: 25-32