6 And I 'am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
7 All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,
8 'Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'
9 For thou 'art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
10 On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou 'art' my God.
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