Deliver Me From Mine Enemies

Lyrics

I. This Is the Law of the Plague When any man hath an issue out of his flesh Because of that issue he is unclean Every bed whereon he lieth is unclean And everything whereon he sitteth, unclean And whosoever toucheth his bed shall be unclean And he that sitteth whereon he sat shall be unclean And he that toucheth the flesh of the unclean becomes unclean And he that be spat on by him unclean becomes unclean And whosoever toucheth anything under him shall be unclean And he that beareth any of those things shall be unclean And what saddle soever he rideth upon is unclean And the vessel of earth that he touches, unclean And if any man's seed of copulation go out from him, he is unclean Every garment, every skin whereon is the seed, unclean And the woman with whom this man shall lie with will be unclean And whosoever toucheth her will be unclean This is the law of the plague To teach when it is clean and when it is unclean And the priest shall look upon the plague For a rising and for a scab and for a bright spot And the priest shall shut up he who hath the plague He shall carry them forth to a place unclean He shall separate them in their uncleaness This is the law of the plague: To teach when it is clean and when it is unclean II. Deliver Me From Mine Enemies Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: defend me from them that rise up against me Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, and save me from bloody men For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: the mighty are gathered against me; not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O Lord They run and prepare themselves, awake to help me, and behold But I will sing of thy power III. We Shall Not Accept Your Quarantine (Instrumental) IV. Ε Ξελόυ Mε (Deliver Me) (Instrumental) V. Yιατί, Ó Θεός ? (Why, o God?) (Instrumental) VI. Psalm 22 My God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture But be not thou far from me, O Lord: O my strength, haste thee to help me