Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow in my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?

For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.

Where I sware in Mine anger, 'If they come in unto My rest !'

And they are diminished, and bow down, By restraint, evil, and sorrow.

Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.

Make sure Thy servant for good, Let not the proud oppress me.