Then will he speak unto them in his wrath, And vex them in his sore displeasure:

My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?

All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled: They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

The law of Jehovah is perfect, restoring the soul: The testimony of Jehovah is sure, making wise the simple.

For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.

For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.

I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.

That thou hast sore broken us in the place of jackals, And covered us with the shadow of death.

My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

Thou broughtest us into the net; Thou layedst a sore burden upon our loins.

For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; And they tell of the sorrow of those whom thou hast wounded.

Thou, who hast showed us many and sore troubles, Wilt quicken us again, And wilt bring us up again from the depths of the earth.

The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away.

Thy testimonies are very sure: Holiness becometh thy house, O Jehovah, for evermore.

Wherefore I sware in my wrath, That they should not enter into my rest.

Therefore he sware unto them, That he would overthrow them in the wilderness,

Again, they are diminished and bowed down Through oppression, trouble, and sorrow.

The works of his hands are truth and justice; All his precepts are sure.

The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

Thou didst thrust sore at me that I might fall; But Jehovah helped me.

Jehovah hath chastened me sore; But he hath not given me over unto death.

How he sware unto Jehovah, And vowed unto the Mighty One of Jacob: