The brook that runneth in the way with drink shall him supply; And, for this cause, in triumph he shall lift his head on high.
And now, ev'n at this present time, mine head shall lifted be Above all those that are my foes, and round encompass me: Therefore unto his tabernacle I'll sacrifices bring Of joyfulness; I'll sing, yea, I to God will praises sing.
Yet thou my shield and glory art, th' uplifter of mine head.
For why? I ashes eaten have like bread, in sorrows deep; My drink I also mingled have with tears that I did weep.