But wroth with thine anointed, thou

Verse 1

But, wroth with thine anointed, thou renounced and loathed him hast; his covenant made void, his crown to earth profaned cast. His hedges all hast broke down, his strong-holds down hast torn. He is a spoil to passers-by, to neighbours all a scorn.

Verse 2

Thou hast set up his foes’ right hand; made all his enemies glad: turned his sword’s edge, and him to stand in battle hast not made. His glory thou hast made to cease, his throne to ground down cast; thou shortened hast his days of youth, with shame him covered hast.

Verse 3

How long, Lord, wilt thou hide thyself? for ever, in thine ire? and shall thine indignation hot burn like unto a fire? Remember, Lord, how short a time I shall on earth remain: O wherefore is it so that thou hast made all men in vain?

Verse 4

What man is he that liveth here, and death shall never see? Or from the power of the grave what man his soul shall free? Thy former loving-kindnesses, O Lord, where be they now? Those which in truth and faithfulness to David sworn hast thou?

Verse 5

Mind, Lord, thy servant’s sad reproach; I in my bosom bear the scornings of the people all, who strong and mighty are: and that thine enemies, O Lord, have cast reproach upon, have cast reproach upon the steps of thine anointed one.

Verse 6

All blessing to the Lord our God let be ascribed then: for evermore so let it be. Amen, yea, and amen.