¹⁷ The troubles of my heart are enlarged: Oh bring thou me out of my distresses.

¹⁹ Many are the afflictions of the righteous; But Jehovah delivereth him out of them all.

¹ O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath; Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

² For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.

³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

⁴ For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

⁵ My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.

⁶ I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

⁷ For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.

⁸ I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

⁷ Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

² In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; My soul refused to be comforted.

³ I remember God, and am disquieted: I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah

⁴ Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

⁶ Then they cried unto Jehovah in their trouble, And he delivered them out of their distresses,

¹⁷ For though the fig-tree shall not flourish, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls:

¹⁸ Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

¹⁹ Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength; And he maketh my feet like hinds' `feet', And will make me to walk upon my high places.

¹¹ Even unto this present hour we both hunger, and thirst, and are naked, and are buffeted, and have no certain dwelling-place;

¹² and we toil, working with our own hands: being reviled, we bless; being persecuted, we endure;

¹³ being defamed, we entreat: we are made as the filth of the world, the offscouring of all things, even until now.

⁸ `we are' pressed on every side, yet not straitened; perplexed, yet not unto despair;

⁹ pursued, yet not forsaken; smitten down, yet not destroyed;