How long shall I take counsel in my soul, with sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

The law of Jehovah is perfect, restoring the soul; the testimony of Jehovah is sure, making wise the simple;

For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength faileth through mine iniquity, and my bones are wasted.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten, and they talk for the sorrow of those whom thou hast wounded.

Thou, who hast shewn us many and sore troubles, wilt revive us again, and wilt bring us up again from the depths of the earth;

Thy testimonies are very sure: holiness becometh thy house, O Jehovah, for ever.

So that I swore in mine anger, that they should not enter into my rest.

Mine enemies reproach me all the day; they that are mad against me swear by me.

And they are diminished and brought low, through oppression, adversity, and sorrow:

The bands of death encompassed me, and the anguish of Sheol took hold of me; I found trouble and sorrow:

Jah hath chastened me sore; but he hath not given me over unto death.

How he swore unto Jehovah, vowed unto the Mighty One of Jacob: