Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful {\i brook}, as waters that fail?\par
Her adversaries are become the head, her enemies prosper;\par\tab For Jehovah hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions:\par\tab Her young children are gone into captivity before the adversary.
If I be wicked, woe unto me;\par\tab And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head;\par\tab Being filled with ignominy,\par\tab And looking upon mine affliction.
Her filthiness was in her skirts; she remembered not her latter end;\par\tab Therefore is she come down wonderfully; she hath no comforter:\par\tab Behold, O Jehovah, my affliction; for the enemy hath magnified himself.
These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,\par\tab How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God,\par\tab With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
The enemy are come to an end, they are desolate for ever;\par\tab And the cities which thou hast overthrown,\par\tab The very remembrance of them is perished.
Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou established strength,\par\tab Because of thine adversaries,\par\tab That thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.
And the king said unto me, Why is thy countenance sad, seeing thou art not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid.