My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
But I have had faith in your mercy; my heart will be glad in your salvation.
But they took pleasure in my trouble, and came together, yes, low persons came together against me without my knowledge; they never came to an end of wounding me.
Do not let my haters be glad over me falsely; let not those who are against me without cause make sport of me.
I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.