American Standard Version of 1901
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Behold, I {Or, cry out, Violence:}cry out of wrong, but I am not heard:I cry for help, but there is no justice.
He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass,And hath set darkness in my paths.
He hath stripped me of my glory,And taken the crown from my head.
He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone;And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
He hath also kindled his wrath against me,And he counteth me unto him as one of his adversaries.
His troops come on together,And cast up their way against me,And encamp round about my tent.
{Or, Their riches is a crown unto the wise}The crown of the wise is their riches;But the folly of fools is only folly.
And we know that to them that love God {Some ancient authorities read God worketh all things with them for good.}all things work together for good, even to them that are called according to his purpose.
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth,And scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.