Deliver Me From Mine Enemies

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

Excerpt from Psalm 59 (King James Version)
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

(Interlude)

Excerpt from Psalm 22 (King James Version)
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