I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all the day long.
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as he who bewails his mother.
I will say to God my rock, Why have thou forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
For thou are the God of my strength. Why have thou cast me off? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Why are thou cast down, O my soul? And [why] are thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him [for] the help of his countenance.
LORD upholds all who fall, and raises up all those who are bowed down.
My eye wastes away because of affliction. I have called daily upon thee, O LORD, I have spread forth my hands to thee.
They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They have dug a pit before me. They are fallen into the midst of it themselves. Selah.
For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are wasted away.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I make my bed to swim. I water my couch with my tears.
Like a swallow [or] a crane, so I chattered. I moaned as a dove. My eyes fail [with looking] upward. O LORD, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
Fools are afflicted because of their transgression, and because of their iniquities.