114 You are my shield and hiding place; my hope is in your word.
115 Depart, illdoers, that I may my God's commandments heed.
116 Sustain as you have promised me that I may live indeed.
117 Quench not my hope, but hold me safe; your statutes I'll respect.
118 All those who from your statutes err, in scorn you do reject.
How useless their deceitfulness! In falsehood is no gain.
119 You do the wicked purge from earth like dross, that none remain,
120 so I your testimonies love. My flesh is quivering
for fear of you; and deepest awe your judgments surely bring.
Tune: Dundee (C M)
