For he despis'd not nor abhorr'd th' afflicted's misery; Nor from him hid his face, but heard when he to him did cry.
I in distress call'd on the Lord; the Lord did answer me: He in a large place did me set, from trouble made me free.
This poor man cry'd, God heard, and sav'd him from all his distresses.
All day, my God, to thee I cry, yet am not heard by thee; And in the season of the night I cannot silent be.
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.
Nor from thy servant hide thy face: I'm troubled, soon attend.
And all my bones shall say, O Lord, who is like unto thee, Which dost the poor set free from him that is for him too strong; The poor and needy from the man that spoils and does him wrong?