8. My bitter en'mies all the dayreproaches cast on me;And, being mad at me, with rageagainst me sworn they be.
9. For why? I ashes eaten havelike bread, in sorrows deep;My drink I also mingled havewith tears that I did weep.
10. Thy wrath and indignationdid cause this grief and pain;For thou hast lift me up on high,and cast me down again.
11. My days are like unto a shade,which doth declining pass;And I am dry'd and withered,ev'n like unto the grass.
12. But thou, Lord, everlasting art,and thy remembrance shallContinually endure,and be to generations all.