48 To thy commandments, which I lov'd,my hands lift up I will;And I will also meditateupon thy statutes still.
49 Remember, Lord, thy gracious wordthou to thy servant spake,Which, for a ground of my sure hope,thou causedst me to take.
50 This word of thine my comfort isin mine affliction:For in my straits I am reviv'dby this thy word alone.
51 The men whose hearts with pride are stuff'ddid greatly me deride;Yet from thy straight commandementsI have not turn'd aside.
52 Thy judgments righteous, O Lord,which thou of old forth gave,I did remember, and myselfby them comforted have.
53 Horror took hold on me, becauseill men thy law forsake.
54 I in my house of pilgrimagethy laws my songs do make.