They, to the spoiling of my soul, me ill for good repaid.
And they for good that render ill, as en'mies me withstood; Yea, ev'n for this, because that I do follow what is good.
Forsake me not, O Lord; my God, far from me never be.
I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou art my refuge, Lord, alone; And in the land of those that live thou art my portion.