For I am near to halt, my grief is still before mine eye:
But in my trouble they rejoic'd, gath'ring themselves together; Yea, abjects vile together did themselves against me gather: I knew it not; they did me tear, and quiet would not be.
I troubled am, and much bow'd down; all day I mourning go.
I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have caused for to swim; and I With tears my couch have watered.
But I have all my confidence thy mercy set upon; My heart within me shall rejoice in thy salvation.
Let not my wrongful enemies proudly rejoice o'er me; Nor who me hate without a cause, let them wink with the eye.