⁹ persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

⁵ Without covetousness the behaviour, being content with the things present, for He hath said, `No, I will not leave, no, nor forsake thee,'

⁶ but He who is comforting the cast-down -- God -- He did comfort us in the presence of Titus;

²⁰ `Remember the word that I said to you, A servant is not greater than his lord; if me they did persecute, you also they will persecute; if my word they did keep, yours also they will keep;

⁸ Thou dost not rejoice over me, O mine enemy, When I have fallen, I have risen, When I sit in darkness Jehovah is a light to me.

⁴ It is not said of thee any more, `Forsaken!' And of thy land it is not said any more, `Desolate,' For to thee is cried, `My delight `is' in her,' And to thy land, `Married,' For Jehovah hath delighted in thee, And thy land is married.

² When thou passest into waters, I `am' with thee, And into floods, they do not overflow thee, When thou goest into fire, thou art not burnt, And a flame doth not burn against thee.

¹⁶ For seven `times' doth the righteous fall and rise, And the wicked stumble in evil.

¹¹ What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

⁵ What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!

²⁸ For Jehovah is loving judgment, And He doth not forsake His saintly ones, To the age they have been kept, And the seed of the wicked is cut off.

²⁴ When he falleth, he is not cast down, For Jehovah is sustaining his hand.

²⁵ Young I have been, I have also become old, And I have not seen the righteous forsaken, And his seed seeking bread.

¹ To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

¹⁰ They trust in Thee who do know Thy name, For Thou hast not forsaken Those seeking Thee, O Jehovah.

¹⁷ Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,

¹⁸ For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.

¹⁹ In six distresses He delivereth thee, And in seven evil striketh not on thee.

²⁹ For they have made low, And thou sayest, `Lift up.' And the bowed down of eyes he saveth.