4 They stray'd in desert's pathless way,no city found to rest.
5 For thirst and hunger in them faints
6 their soul. When straits them press,They cry unto the Lord,and he them frees from their distress.
7 Them also in a way to walkthat right is he did guide,That they might to a city go,wherein they might abide.
8 O that men to the Lord would givepraise for his goodness then,And for his works of wonder doneunto the sons of men!
9 For he the soul that longing isdoth fully satisfy;With goodness he the hungry souldoth fill abundantly.
10 Such as shut up in darkness deep,and in death's shade abide,Whom strongly hath affliction bound,and irons fast have ty'd: