O my God, my soul is cast down within me. Therefore I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our body clings to the ground.

My soul is among lions. I lay among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They have dug a pit before me. They are fallen into the midst of it themselves. Selah.

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

My soul is continually in my hand, yet I do not forget thy law.

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

I spread forth my hands to thee. My soul [is] as a weary land for thee. Selah.