[Lyric] Psalm 109 (Poor Bishop Hooper)

Be not silent o god of my praise

For wicked mouths are against me
They encircle me with words of hate
In return for my love they accuse me
But still i give myself to pray

Appoint a wicked man against him
Let an accuser stand at his right hand
When he’s tried let him come forth guilty
Let his prayer be counted as sin

May his wife be a widow let his children beg
Seeking food far from the ruins where they live
Let strangers take what he has earned
Let none extend kindness to him

Let not the sin of his father or mother be blotted out before the lord
Let them be that he may cut off every memory of them from all the earth

For he refused to show any kindness
Put the poor and the needy to death
He loved to curse let curses come to him
He did not delight to bless
May curses soak in his body like water
Like oil into his bones
Like a garment wrapped around him
Like a belt that he puts on

May this be the reward of my accusers lord of those who speak evil to me
But you lord deal on my behalf for your name’s sake because of your love rescue me

For my heart is stricken in me
Im gone like a shadow at dusk
My knees are weak from fasting
Skin and bones my body’s become

Help me oh lord my god save me according to your steady unfailing love
Let them know that this is your very hand you alone you o lord have done it

Let them curse but you will bless
For he stands at the right hand
Of the needy one to save him from
Those who seek his death