For I am ready to fall, And my pain is always with me.
But I have trusted in Your kindness; My heart rejoices in Your deliverance.
But they rejoiced at my stumbling And gathered together; The smiters gathered against me, And I did not know it; They tore in pieces without ceasing,
Let not my lying enemies rejoice over me; Or those who hate me without cause wink their eyes.
I have been bent down; I have been bowed down very much; All day long I have gone mourning.
I have grown weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.
