Though still my soul be in my hand, thy laws I'll not forget.
As for thy testimonies all, of old this have I try'd, That thou hast surely founded them for ever to abide.
Hold thou me up, so shall I be in peace and safety still; And to thy statutes have respect continually I will.
For like a bottle I'm become, that in the smoke is set: I'm black, and parch'd with grief; yet I thy statutes not forget.
Upon thy statutes my delight shall constantly be set: And, by thy grace, I never will thy holy word forget.