Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Thou hast shewed thy people hard things: thou hast made us to drink the wine of astonishment.
Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.