3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
5I have remembered days of old, I have meditated on all Thine acts, On the work of Thy hand I muse.
6I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul [is] as a weary land for Thee. Selah.
7Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down [to] the pit.
8Cause me to hear in the morning Thy kindness, For in Thee I have trusted, Cause me to know the way that I go, For unto Thee I have lifted up my soul.
9Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah, Near Thee I am covered.
