I said, In the midst of my days * I shall go down unto the portals of hell.
2 I sought for the residue of my years. * I said, I shall
not see the Lord God in the land of the
living.
3 I shall behold man no more, * neither the inhabitant of the
land of rest.
4 Mine age is departed, and is rolled up from me, * like as it were a
shepherd's tent.
5 My life is cut off as by a weaver, whilst I was yet but
beginning, he cut me off : * from morning even until night shalt thou make
an end of me.
6 I hoped till morning, * as a
lion, so hath he broken all my bones.
7 From morning even until night shalt thou make an end of me :
* I will cry like a young swallow; I will meditate like a dove.
8 Mine eyes are weakened, * with looking upward.
9 O Lord, I
suffer violence, answer thou for me. * What shall I say, or what shall he
answer me, whereas he himself hath done it?
10 I will call to remembrance before thee all my years * in the
bitterness of my soul.
11 O Lord, if man's life be such, and the
life of my spirit be in such things as these, thou shalt chasten me, and
make me to live. * Behold, in peace is my my bitterness most bitter.
12 But thou hast delivered my soul that it should not perish: *
thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
13 For hell shall not give glory unto thee, neither shall death
praise thee, * nor yet shall they that go down into the pit look for thy
truth.
14 The living, yea the living, he shall give praise unto thee,
as I do this day; * the father to the children shall make known thy
truth.
15 O Lord, save me, * and we will sing our psalms all the days
of our life in the house of the Lord.
Here is not said Glory be.