JuliaSmith(i)
13 And to thee, O Jehovah, I cried, and in the morning shall my prayer anticipate thee.
14 Wherefore, O Jehovah, wilt thou cast off my soul? wilt thou hide thy face from me?
15 I am poor and expiring from youth: I bore thy terrors; I shall be perplexed.
16 Upon me thy burnings passed over; thy terrors made me silent
17 They surrounded me as water all the day; they folded round about me together.
18 Thou didst remove far from me lover and friend, mine acquaintance into darkness.