Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.
For the enemy hath persecuted my soul: he hath brought down my life to the earth. He hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been dead of old:
How great things have we heard and known, and our fathers have told us.
And his sweat became as drops of blood, trickling down upon the ground.
Do good, O Lord, to those that are good, and to the upright of heart.
For David himself. Bless the Lord, O my soul: and let all that is within me bless his holy name.
Shall not my soul be subject to God? for from him is my salvation.
In God I will praise my words, in God I have put my trust: I will not fear what flesh can do against me.
You rush in upon the fatherless: and you endeavour to overthrow your friend.
that another generation might know them. The children that should be born and should rise up, and declare them to their children.
and my spirit is in anguish within me: my heart within me is troubled.