Cried hath their heart unto the Lord; O wall of the daughter of Zion, Cause to go down as a stream tears daily and nightly, Give not rest to thyself, Let not the daughter of thine eye stand still.

To subvert a man in his cause, the Lord hath not approved.

Hunted me sore as a bird have my enemies without cause.

Thou hast seen, O Jehovah, my overthrow, Judge Thou my cause.