3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground: he hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy doings: I muse on the work of thy hands.
6 I spread forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land. Selah
7 Make haste to answer me, O Lord; my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me; lest I become like them that go down into the pit.
8 Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
9 Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.