16. For thou dost forget misery, As waters passed away thou rememberest.
17. And above the noon doth age rise, Thou fliest--as the morning thou art.
18. And thou hast trusted because their is hope, And searched--in confidence thou liest down,
19. And thou hast rested, And none is causing trembling, And many have entreated thy face;
20. And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope [is] a breathing out of soul!