All the day long they detested my words: all their thoughts were against me unto evil.
Unto the end, for the octave, a psalm for David.
And there were given to the woman two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the desert unto her place, where she is nourished for a time and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.
Give me not up, O Lord, from my desire to the wicked: they have plotted against me; do not thou forsake me, lest they should triumph.
My heart failed, darkness amazed me: Babylon my beloved is become a wonder to me.