Small, and despis'd I am, yet I thy precepts not forget.
But as for me, a worm I am, and as no man am priz'd: Reproach of men I am, and by the people am despis'd.
Though still my soul be in my hand, thy laws I'll not forget.
I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord of me a care doth take: Thou art my help and saviour, my God, no tarrying make.
I, like a lost sheep, went astray; thy servant seek, and find: For thy commands I suffer'd not to slip out of my mind.
Upon thy statutes my delight shall constantly be set: And, by thy grace, I never will thy holy word forget.