From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them;\par\tab He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back:\par\tab He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
In the morning thou shalt say, Would it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would it were morning! for the fear of thy heart which thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
And among these nations shalt thou find no ease, and there shall be no rest for the sole of thy foot: but Jehovah will give thee there a trembling heart, and failing of eyes, and pining of soul;