I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. Selah.
From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.
For the fear of God kept me back, and because of his power I might not do such things.
What protest may a living man make, even a man about the punishment of his sin?
Be not a cause of fear to me: you are my safe place in the day of evil.
Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God, for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order against me.
My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
And all his sons and all his daughters came to give him comfort, but he would not be comforted, saying with weeping, I will go down to the underworld to my son. So great was his father's sorrow for him.
Are the comforts of God not enough for you, and the gentle word which was said to you?
Let your voice come up to me in the day of trouble; I will be your saviour, so that you may give glory to me.
By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
Lord, in trouble our eyes have been turned to you, we sent up a prayer when your punishment was on us.