Distress'd am I, and from my youth I ready am to die; Thy terrors I have borne, and am distracted fearfully.
For daily, and all day throughout, great plagues I suffer'd have; Yea, ev'ry morning I of new did chastisement receive.
For thou the God art of my strength; why thrusts thou me thee fro'? For th' enemy's oppression why do I mourning go?
And our oppression? For our soul is to the dust down press'd: Our belly also on the earth fast cleaving, hold doth take.