Did, I, unto man, make my complaint? Wherefore, then, should my spirit not be impatient?

By reason of the multitude of oppressions, men make outcry, They cry for help, by reason of the arm of the mighty;

There, men make outcry, and he answereth not, because of the arrogance of evil-doers.

They grope about in the dark, having no light, and He hath made them to reel, like a drunken man.

He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man.

He made supplication unto GOD, who hath accepted him, and he hath beheld his face with a shout of triumph, Thus hath he given back to man his righteousness.