12. For ills past reck'ning compass me,and mine iniquitiesSuch hold upon me taken have,I cannot lift mine eyes:They more than hairs are on mine head,thence is my heart dismay'd.
13. Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me;Lord, hasten to mine aid.
14. Sham'd and confounded be they allthat seek my soul to kill;Yea, let them backward driven be,and sham'd, that wish me ill.