3 I am the man that hath seen affliction
by the rod of his wrath.
² He hath led me, and brought me into darkness,
but not into light.
³ Surely against me is he turned;
he turneth his hand against me all the day.
⁴ My flesh and my skin hath he made old;
he hath broken my bones.
⁵ He hath builded against me,
and compassed me with gall and travail.
⁶ He hath set me in dark places,
as they that be dead of old.
⁷ He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out:
he hath made my chain heavy.
⁸ Also when I cry and shout,
he shutteth out my prayer.
⁹ He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone,
he hath made my paths crooked.

²¹ This I recall to my mind,
therefore have I hope.
²² It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not.
²³ They are new every morning:
great is thy faithfulness.
²⁴ The Lord is my portion, saith my soul;
therefore will I hope in him.