For thou hast made him but little lower than God, And crownest him with glory and honor.
Thou makest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; Thou hast put all things under his feet:
All sheep and oxen, Yea, and the beasts of the field,
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.