I remember God and I murmur, I muse, and my spirit swooneth. Selah.

And will talk to myself of all thy work, And, of thy doings, will I muse: -

Do not harden your heart as at Meribah, As on the day of Massah, in the desert;

For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;