My soul is also sore vexed: but you, O LORD, how long?
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the middle of my bowels.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favorable no more?
That I may show forth all your praise in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in your salvation.
Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent you concerning your servants.
The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?
Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for you are my praise.
Then said he to them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even to death: tarry you here, and watch with me.
And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night to him, though he bear long with them?
Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I to this hour.