18Only, in slippery places Thou dost set them, Thou hast caused them to fall to desolations.
19How have they become a desolation as in a moment, They have been ended — consumed from terrors.
20As a dream from awakening, O Lord, In awaking, their image Thou despisest.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
22And I am brutish, and do not know. A beast I have been with Thee.
23And I am continually with Thee, Thou hast laid hold on my right hand.