Thou hast hated them that regard vanities, to no purpose.
But I have hoped in the Lord: I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy.
For thou hast regarded my humility, thou hast saved my soul out of distresses.
And thou hast not shut me up in the hands of the enemy: thou hast set my feet in a spacious place.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am afflicted: my eye is troubled with wrath, my soul, and my belly:
For my life is wasted with grief: and my years in sighs.
My strength is weakened through poverty and my bones are disturbed.
Odísti observántes vanitátes supervacúas:
egó autem in Dómino sperávi.
Exsultábo et lætábor in misericórdia tua:
quóniam respexísti humilitátem meam,
salvásti de necessitátibus ánimam meam.
Nec conclusísti me in mánibus inimíci:
stituísti in loco spatióso pedes meos.
Miserére mei, Dómine, quóniam tríbulor:
turbátus est in ira óculus meus,
anima mea et venter meus.
Quóniam defécit in dolóre vita mea,
et anni mei in gemítibus.
Infirmáta est in paupertáte virtus mea,
et ossa mea conturbáta sunt.
Super omnes inimícos meos factus sum oppróbrium,
et vicínis meis valde;
et timor notis meis.
Qui vidébant me foras fugérunt a me.