For in the day of trouble he will keep me secretly in his pavilion:\par\tab In the covert of his tabernacle will he hide me;\par\tab He will lift me up upon a rock.
For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;\par\tab He hath smitten my life down to the ground:\par\tab He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
And they shall be gathered together, as prisoners are gathered in the pit, and shall be shut up in the prison; and after many days shall they be visited.