7They thinke they shall escape by iniquitie: O God, cast these people downe in thine anger.
8Thou hast counted my wandrings: put my teares into thy bottel: are they not in thy register?
9When I cry, then mine enemies shall turne backe: this I know, for God is with me.
10I will reioyce in God because of his worde: in the Lord wil I reioyce because of his worde.