Deliver Me From Mine Enemies

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

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IV. Ε Ξελόυ Mε (Deliver Me)

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V. Yιατί, Ó Θεός ? (Why, o God?)

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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