⁵⁵ I was making prayer to your name, O Lord, out of the lowest prison.

⁸ They took away from him help and right, and who gave a thought to his fate? for he was cut off from the land of the living: he came to his death for the sin of my people.

⁶ My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.

⁷ I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war. A Song of Ascents.