b'12 For innumerable troubles have compassed me: my sins have taken such hold upon me, that I am not able to look up: yea, they are more in number than the hairs of mine head: therefore mine heart hath failed me.13 Let it please thee, O Lord, to deliver me: make haste, O Lord, to help me.14 Let them be confounded and put to shame together, that seek my soul to destroy it: let them be driven backward and put to rebuke, that desire mine hurt.15 Let them be destroyed for a reward of their shame, which say unto me, Aha, aha.16 Let all them, that seek thee, rejoice and be glad in thee: and let them, that love thy salvation, say alway, The Lord be praised.17 Though I be poor and needy, the Lord thinketh on me: thou art mine helper and my deliverer: my God, make no tarrying.136'