My face, is all sunken with sorrow, - it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries.

How long shall I lay up cares within my soul, sorrow in my heart, day by day? How long shall mine enemy lift himself up over me?

For, consumed with sorrow, is my life, and my years with sighing, - My strength hath staggered with my humiliation, and, my bones, are without marrow.

Yea they again put GOD to the test, And, to the Holy One of Israel, caused they sorrow:

Like the moon, shall it be established unto times age-abiding, And, a witness, in the skies, hath been made sure. Selah.

Where are thy former lovingkindnesses, O My Lord? Thou didst swear unto David, in thy faithfulness!

The days of our years, have, in them, three score years and ten, And, if, by reason of strength, they have fourscore years, Yet, their boast, is labour and sorrow, For it hath passed quickly, and we have flown away.

And I sware in mine anger, - Verily they shall not enter into my rest.

So have they become few and been brought low, By oppression, misfortune, and sorrow;

The meshes of death encompassed me, and the distresses of hades, came upon me, Peril and sorrow, I found;

Thou didst, thrust sore, at me that I might fall, But, Yahweh, hath helped me.

Yah, chastened me sore, But, unto death, did not deliver me.

I sware, and have fulfilled, To keep thy righteous regulations.