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

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

For my life is spent with sorrow
And my years with sighing;
My strength has failed because of my iniquity,
And my body has wasted away.

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

I was mute and silent,
I refrained even from good,
And my sorrow grew worse.

Where are Your former lovingkindnesses, O Lord,
Which You swore to David in Your faithfulness?

As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years,
Or if due to strength, eighty years,
Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow;
For soon it is gone and we fly away.

“Therefore I swore in My anger,
Truly they shall not enter into My rest.”

Therefore He swore to them
That He would cast them down in the wilderness,

When they are diminished and bowed down
Through oppression, misery and sorrow,

The works of His hands are truth and justice;
All His precepts are sure.

The cords of death encompassed me
And the terrors of Sheol came upon me;
I found distress and sorrow.

How he swore to the Lord
And vowed to the Mighty One of Jacob,