11. Shall in the grave thy love be told?in death thy faithfulness?
12. Shall thy great wonders in the dark,or shall thy righteousnessBe known to any in the landof deep forgetfulness?
13. But, Lord, to thee I cry'd; my pray'rat morn prevent shall thee.
14. Why, Lord, dost thou cast off my soul,and hid'st thy face from me?
15. Distress'd am I, and from my youthI ready am to die;Thy terrors I have borne, and amdistracted fearfully.
16. The dreadful fierceness of thy wrathquite over me doth go:Thy terrors great have cut me off,they did pursue me so.
17. For round about me ev'ry day,like water, they did roll;And, gathering together, theyhave compassed my soul.
18. My friends thou hast put far from me,and him that did me love;And those that mine acquaintance wereto darkness didst remove.