Oft did they vex me from my youth, yet not victorious were.
The troubles that afflict the just in number many be; But yet at length out of them all the Lord doth set him free.
They in the Lord that firmly trust shall be like Sion hill, Which at no time can be remov'd, but standeth ever still.
Thou sore hast thrust, that I might fall, but my Lord helped me.
Like as the hart for water-brooks in thirst doth pant and bray; So pants my longing soul, O God, that come to thee I may.