Shall in the grave thy love be told? in death thy faithfulness?
Assuredly thou didst them set a slipp'ry place upon; Them suddenly thou castedst down into destruction.
But thou, O Lord my God, those men in justice shalt o'erthrow, And in destruction's dungeon dark at last shalt lay them low: The bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days: But upon thee with confidence I will depend always.
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.