¹⁰⁷ I have been afflicted very much, O Jehovah, quicken me, according to Thy word.

²⁵ `Daleth.' Cleaved to the dust hath my soul, Quicken me according to Thy word.

¹ To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

¹⁴ As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵ Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

¹⁶ And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,

¹⁸ They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.

¹⁹ Many `are' the evils of the righteous, Out of them all doth Jehovah deliver him.

⁸⁸ According to Thy kindness quicken Thou me, And I keep the testimony of Thy mouth!

¹¹ For Thy name's sake O Jehovah, Thou dost quicken me, In Thy righteousness, Thou bringest out from distress my soul,