Let not the humble be turned away with confusion: the poor and needy shall praise thy name.
I am become miserable, and am bowed down even to the end: I walked sorrowful all the day long.
I that was formerly so wealthy am all on a sudden broken to pieces. He hath taken me by my neck. He hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.
He. He hath shot into my reins the daughters of his quiver.
Lift up thy hands against their pride unto the end; see what things the enemy hath done wickedly in the sanctuary.
A psalm for David, for a remembrance of the sabbath.