Caph

My soul fainteth for thy salvation: but I hope in thy word. 
Mine eyes fail for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me? 
For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes. 
How many are the days of thy servant? when wilt thou execute judgment on them that persecute me? 
The proud have digged pits for me, which are not after thy law. 
All thy commandments are faithful: they persecute me wrongfully; help thou me. 
They had almost consumed me upon earth; but I forsook not thy precepts. 
Quicken me after thy lovingkindness; so shall I keep the testimony of thy mouth. 
From unjust men, dishonest men, and hateful men may we yet be delivered.
From all those wicked men, O may I have the protection of thy holy providence.
From the worthless, unhealthy path to sin might we choose to stay away, untouched. 
From that which is extremely unrighteous may I flee, O God, unto thee, my happy hope.
From all that untested, twisted, chronic evil might we be most safely kept, by thy care.
From that that's not true, nor holy, may I often seek refuge in contemplating thy books of truth.
From the unfruitful way that leadeth to unhappiness might we seek most quickly to depart.