Who doeth great things past finding out, and wonders without number.

Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, that thou wouldest keep me secret until thine anger be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me, --

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.

Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when +God preserved me;

And the wild beast goeth into its lair, and they remain in their dens.

And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may trample them.