3 I make the sky turn darklike the sackclothyou wear at funerals.”
4 The Lord God gives methe right wordsto encourage the weary.Each morning he awakens meeager to learn his teaching;
5 he made me willing to listenand not rebel or run away.
6 I let them beat my backand pull out my beard.I didn't turn asidewhen they insulted meand spat in my face.
7 But the Lord God keeps mefrom being disgraced.So I refuse to give up,because I knowGod will never let me down.
8 My protector is nearby;no one can stand hereto accuse me of wrong.
9 The Lord God will help meand prove I am innocent.My accusers will wear outlike moth-eaten clothes.