¹⁰⁷ I am afflicted very much: quicken me, O LORD, according unto thy word.

²⁵ My soul cleaveth unto the dust: quicken thou me according to thy word.

¹ O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶ For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.

¹⁸ They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.

¹⁹ Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all.

⁸⁸ Quicken me after thy lovingkindness; so shall I keep the testimony of thy mouth.

¹¹ Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.