⁷ Mutta minä tahdon katsoa Herran päälle, ja minun autuuteni Jumalaa odottaa; minun Jumalani on minua kuuleva.

¹ Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.