Create in me a clean heart, O God."
Then creeps in the note of despair:—
"Hide not thy face from me in the day of my distress.
My heart is smitten like grass, and withered.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping."
Once more the calmness of renunciation and humility:—
"Teach me to do thy will:
For thou art my God."
At last bursting forth into the glorious anthem of deliverance:—
"Blessed be the Lord my rock.