Amidst those days that evil be, why should I, fearing, doubt? When of my heels th' iniquity shall compass me about.
Because gone up above mine head my great transgressions be; And, as a weighty burden, they too heavy are for me.
Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear none ill: For thou art with me; and thy rod and staff me comfort still.
For dogs have compass'd me about: the wicked, that did meet In their assembly, me inclos'd; they pierc'd my hands and feet.
My mouth shall speak a parable, and sayings dark of old;