Ev'n so I am forgot, As men are out of mind when dead: I'm like a broken pot.
I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
I am forgotten like a dead man, and out of mind; like a broken vessel am I.
I am forgotten, like I’m dead, completely out of mind; I am like a piece of pottery, destroyed.
For like a bottle I'm become, that in the smoke is set: I'm black, and parch'd with grief; yet I thy statutes not forget.
Thou shalt, as with a weighty rod of iron, break them all; And, as a potter's sherd, thou shalt them dash in pieces small.
Yea, they that seek my life lay snares: who seek to do me wrong Speak things mischievous, and deceits imagine all day long.
All blessing to the Lord our God let be ascribed then: For evermore so let it be. Amen, yea, and amen.