My eyes are weakened, * looking upward.
Lord, I suffer violence, answer Thou for me. * What shall I say, or what will He answer for me, whereas He himself hath done it?
I will recount to Thee all my years, * in the bitterness of my soul.
O Lord, if man's life is such, and the life of my spirit in such things as these, Thou wilt correct me and make me live. * Behold, in peace is my bitterness most bitter.
But Thou hast delivered my soul, that it should not perish; * Thou hast cast all my sins behind Thy back.
For hell will not thank Thee: neither will death praise Thee: * nor will they that go down into the pit, look for Thy truth.
The living, the living, he shall give praise to Thee, as I do this day: * the father shall make Thy truth known to the children.
O Lord, save me,* and we will sing our psalms all the days of our life, in the house of the Lord.
