032) The Second Part.

The Second Part.

9 Thou mad’st my teeming mother’s womb a living offspring bear; When but a suckling at the breast I was thy early care.

10 Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from wrongs my helpless infant days; And since hast been my God and guide through life’s bewildered ways.

11 Withdraw not then so far from me, when trouble is so nigh;

O send me help! thy help, on which I only can rely.

12 High pampered bulls, a frowning herd, from Basan’s forest met, With strength proportioned to their rage, have me around beset.

13 They gape on me, and ev’ry mouth a yawning grave appears; The desert lion’s savage roar less dreadful is than theirs.