⁷ Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.

¹⁰ Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

²¹ Till he fill thy mouth with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing.

²⁵ Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

²⁰ Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

⁵ That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment?

²⁶ He shall pray unto God, and he will be favourable unto him: and he shall see his face with joy: for he will render unto man his righteousness.

⁷ When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

⁷ Thou hast put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their wine increased.

¹¹ But let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee.