How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?

The LORD's Law is perfect, restoring the soul. The LORD's testimony is sure, making wise the simple.

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

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

For they persecute him whom you have wounded. They tell of the sorrow of those whom you have hurt.

Lord, where are your former loving kindnesses, which you swore to David in your faithfulness?

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

Therefore I swore in my wrath, "They won't 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 surrounded me, the pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.

My soul is weary with sorrow: strengthen me according to your word.

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