For I am ready to fall, and my pain is ever with me.
But I trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
But at my stumbling they gathered in glee; they gathered together against me; ruffians whom I did not know tore at me without ceasing;
Do not let my treacherous enemies rejoice over me or those who hate me without cause wink the eye.
I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all day long I go around mourning.
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.