Do not become like the horse and the mule, who have no understanding. With bit and bridle bind fast their jaws, who come not near unto thee.
I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.
O Lord God of hosts, who is like to thee? thou art mighty, O Lord, and thy truth is round about thee.
Therefore is our heart sorrowful: therefore are our eyes become dim.
Ain. While we were yet standing, our eyes failed, expecting help for us in vain, when we looked attentively towards a nation that was not able to save.
Moab the pot of my hope. Over Edom I will stretch out my shoe: the aliens are become my friends.
Thou hast broken the heads of the dragon: thou hast given him to be meat for the people of the Ethiopians.
My eye is dim through indignation: and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
And he brought me forth into a large place: he delivered me, because I pleased him.