Had I too much trusted thee,
Then had'st thou, ere I could see,
In thy snares entangled me.
All the guile I know full well
That in thy bad heart doth dwell;
Thou my God malign'st to me,
Turn'st His praise to obloquy;
Speaketh out His loving heart,
Keeps He silence on His part,
All He doth dost thou pervert.