Why art thou cast down, O my soul?\par\tab And {\i why} art thou disquieted within me?\par\tab Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him\par\tab {\i For} the help of his countenance.\par
They have prepared a net for my steps;\par\tab My soul is bowed down:\par\tab They have digged a pit before me;\par\tab They are fallen into the midst thereof themselves. {\i Selah
For my life is spent with sorrow,\par\tab And my years with sighing:\par\tab My strength faileth because of mine iniquity,\par\tab And my bones are wasted away.
Like a swallow {\i or} a crane, so did I chatter;\par\tab I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail {\i with looking} upward:\par\tab O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.