And thou hast thrust away from welfare, my soul, I have forgotten prosperity;

Thou wilt, indeed remember, that, bowed down concerning myself, is my soul;

My portion, is Yahweh, saith my soul, For this cause, will I wait for him.

Good is Yahweh, to them who wait for him, to the soul that will seek him;

Mine eye dealeth severely with my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.

Thou hast pleaded, O My Lord, the pleas of my soul, hast redeemed my life;