Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly.

Thou hast cleaved a fountain and a stream, Thou hast dried up perennial flowings.

Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.

He cleft a sea, and causeth them to pass over, Yea, He causeth waters to stand as a heap.

From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Daleth. Cleaved to the dust hath my soul, Quicken me according to Thy word.

And He inclineth the heavens, and cometh down, And thick darkness is under His feet.

Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand.

I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet,

And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

Mine eyes are continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.

My foot hath stood in uprightness, In assemblies I bless Jehovah!

Thou dost cause him to rule Over the works of Thy hands, All Thou hast placed under his feet.

Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.

When I said, 'Lest they rejoice over me, In the slipping of my foot against me they magnified themselves.

And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation -- from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.

He leadeth peoples under us, and nations under our feet.

And Thou hast not shut me up, Into the hand of an enemy, Thou hast caused my feet to stand in a broad place.

Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.