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

The law of LORD is perfect, restoring the soul. The testimony of LORD is sure, making a simple man wise.

For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are wasted away.

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

I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good, and my sorrow was stirred.

For they persecute him whom thou have smitten, and they tell of the sorrow of those whom thou have wounded.

LORD, where are thy former loving kindnesses, which thou swore to David in thy faithfulness?

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

Thy testimonies are very sure. Holiness befits thy house, O LORD, for evermore.

Therefore I swore in my wrath that they should not enter into my rest.

Therefore he swore to 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 encompassed me, and the pains of Sheol got hold upon me. I found trouble and sorrow.

how he swore to LORD, and vowed to the Mighty One of Jacob: