² But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.

¹⁸ When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.

⁹ He will keep the feet of his saints, and the wicked shall be silent in darkness; for by strength shall no man prevail.

⁸ For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.

¹⁶ For I said, Hear me, lest otherwise they should rejoice over me: when my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me.

⁵ Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.

¹⁵ As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.

²³ But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.

²⁴ O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death?

⁷ But as for me, I will come into thy house in the multitude of thy mercy: and in thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.

⁴ As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?