14. Why, Lord, dost thou cast off my soul,and hid'st thy face from me?
15. Distress'd am I, and from my youthI ready am to die;Thy terrors I have borne, and amdistracted fearfully.
16. The dreadful fierceness of thy wrathquite over me doth go:Thy terrors great have cut me off,they did pursue me so.
17. For round about me ev'ry day,like water, they did roll;And, gathering together, theyhave compassed my soul.
18. My friends thou hast put far from me,and him that did me love;And those that mine acquaintance wereto darkness didst remove.