They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
And let the congregation of the peoples compass thee about; And over them return thou on high.
My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing, yea, I will sing praises.