For I am ready to fall, and my pain is ever before me.
But at my stumbling they rejoiced and gathered; they gathered together against me; wretches whom I did not know tore at me without ceasing;
I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
But I have trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
Let not those rejoice over me who are wrongfully my foes, and let not those wink the eye who hate me without cause.