David At persecution I can laugh; No fear my soul can move, In God's protection safe, And blest in Michal's love. Michal Ah, dearest youth, for thee I fear! Fly, begone, for death is near!
David Fear not, lovely fair, for me: Death, where thou art, cannot be; Smile, and danger is no more.
Michal Fly, or death is at the door! See, the murd'rous band comes on! Stay no longer, fly, begone!