Unto the end, a psalm for David himself.
I am become miserable, and am bowed down even to the end: I walked sorrowful all the day long.
If I was not humbly minded, but exalted my soul: As a child that is weaned is towards his mother, so reward in my soul.
But they rejoiced against me, and came together: scourges were gathered together upon me, and I knew not.
For his mercy is confirmed upon us: and the truth of the Lord remaineth for ever.