21 But do thou, for thine own name's sake,O God the Lord, for me:Sith good and sweet thy mercy is,from trouble set me free.
22 For I am poor and indigent,afflicted sore am I,My heart within me also iswounded exceedingly.
23 I pass like a declining shade,am like the locust tost:
24 My knees through fasting weaken'd are,my flesh hath fatness lost.
25 I also am a vile reproachunto them made to be;And they that did upon me lookdid shake their heads at me.
26 O do thou help and succour me,who art my God and Lord:And, for thy tender mercy's sake,safety to me afford:
27 That thereby they may know that thisis thy almighty hand;And that thou, Lord, hast done the same,they may well understand.