For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
And I, in Thy kindness I have trusted, Rejoice doth my heart in Thy salvation.
And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
Mine enemies rejoice not over me `with' falsehood, Those hating me without cause wink the eye.
I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.