22 As to a solemne feast, all whom I fear'd Thou call'st about mee; when his wrath appear'd, None did remaine or scape, for those which I 175 Brought up, did perish by mine enemie. CHAP. III. 1 I am the man which have affliction seene, Under the rod of Gods wrath having beene, 2 He hath led mee to darknesse, not to light, 3 And against mee all day, his hand doth fight. 180 4 Hee hath broke my bones, worne out my flesh and skinne, 5 Built up against mee; and hath girt mee in With hemlocke, and with labour; 6 and set mee In darke, as they who dead for ever bee. 7 Hee hath hedg'd me lest I scape, and added more 185 To my steele fetters, heavier then before. 8 When I crie out, he out shuts my prayer: 9 And hath Stop'd with hewn stone my way, and turn'd my path. 10 And like a Lion hid in secrecie, Or Beare which lyes in wait, he was to mee. 190 11 He stops my way, teares me, made desolate, 12 And hee makes mee the marke he shooteth at. 13 Hee made the children of his quiver passe Into my reines, 14 I with my people was All the day long, a song and mockery. 195 15 Hee hath fill'd mee with bitternesse, and he Hath made me drunke with wormewood. 16 He hath burst My teeth with stones, and covered mee with dust; 17 And thus my Soule farre off from peace was set, And my prosperity I did forget. 200 18 My strength, my hope (unto my selfe I said) Which from the Lord should come, is perished. 19 But when my mournings I do thinke upon, My wormwood, hemlocke, and affliction, 20 My Soule is humbled in remembring this; 205 21 My heart considers, therefore, hope there is. 22 'Tis Gods great mercy we'are not utterly Consum'd, for his compassions do not die; 23 For every morning they renewed bee, For great, O Lord, is thy fidelity. 210 24 The Lord is, saith my Soule, my portion, And therefore in him will I hope alone. 25 The Lord is good to them, who on him relie, And to the Soule that seeks him earnestly. 26 It is both good to trust, and to attend 215 (The Lords salvation) unto the end: 27 'Tis good for one his yoake in youth to beare; 28 He sits alone, and doth all speech forbeare, Because he hath borne it. 29 And his mouth he layes Deepe in the dust, yet then in hope he stayes. 220 30 He gives his cheekes to whosoever will Strike him, and so he is reproched still. 31 For, not for ever doth the Lord forsake, 32 But when he'hath strucke with sadnes, hee doth take Compassion, as his mercy'is infinite; 225 33 Nor is it with his heart, that he doth smite; 34 That underfoot the prisoners stamped bee, 35 That a mans right the Judge himselfe doth see