Miserere mei, Deus
And I lie even among the children of men that are set on fire, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword. Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory above all the earth. They have laid a net for my feet, and pressed down my soul; they have dug a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it themselves.
My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; I will sing and give praise. Awake up, my glory; awake, lute and harp. I myself will awake right early. I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the people; and I will sing unto thee among the nations. For the greatness of thy mercy reacheth unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.
Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory above all the earth.