Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.

If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:

I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.

Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.

Then would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with me.

When mine enemies are turned back, they shall fall and perish at thy presence.

For thou hast maintained my right and my cause; thou satest in the throne judging right.

O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end: and thou hast destroyed cities; their memorial is perished with them.

And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek thee.