For I am ready to beatings; and my sorrow is ever[more] in my sight.
but I hoped in thy mercy. Mine heart shall fully have joy in thine health;
And they were glad, and came together against me; torments were gathered on me, and I knew it not. They were scattered, and not compunct;
They that be adversaries wickedly to me, have not joy on me; that hate me without cause, and beckon with eyes.
I am made a wretch, and I am bowed down till into the end; all day I entered sorrowful.
I travailed in my wailing, I shall wash my bed by each night; I shall moisten, either make wet, my bedstraw with my tears.