My body is twisted and bent, and I groan all day long.
My days are dark and gloomy and in the city council I stand and cry out,
as I would for a friend or a relative. I was in sorrow and mourned, as I would for my mother.
You are my mighty rock. Why have you forgotten me? Why must enemies mistreat me and make me sad?
I run to you for protection. Why do you turn me away? Why must enemies mistreat me and make me sad?
Why am I discouraged? Why am I restless? I should trust you, Lord. I will praise you again because you help me,
When someone stumbles or falls, you give a helping hand.
and I am almost blind because of my sorrow. Each day I lift my hands in prayer to you, Lord.
Enemies set traps for my feet and struck me down. They dug a pit in my path, but fell in it themselves.
I have known only sorrow all my life long, and I suffer year after year. I am weak from sin, and my bones are limp.
My groaning has worn me out. At night my bed and pillow are soaked with tears.
I cry like a swallow; I mourn like a dove. My eyes are red from looking to you, Lord. I am in terrible trouble. Please come and help me.
My parched skin is covered with worms, dirt, and sores,
Some of you had foolishly committed a lot of sins and were in terrible pain.