“Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy:
When I fall I shall arise:
When I sit in darkness
The Lord shall be a light unto me.”
Then another voice overhead, clearer, more thoughtful, more musical than the first, sang sweetly:
“Jehovah upholdeth all that fall,
And raiseth up all who are bowed down.”
Thereupon the first voice near me proceeded in the same low sweet tones full of sadness:
“But as for me, my feet were almost gone,
My steps had well nigh slipped.”