I am bent over and bowed down very low. All day I walk around in mourning.
I walk in the dark without the sun. I stand up in public and call for help.
My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin is crusted over with sores; then they ooze.
Fools suffered because of their disobedience and because of their crimes.
The Lord supports everyone who falls. He straightens ⌞the backs⌟ of those who are bent over.
My life is exhausted from sorrow, my years from groaning. My strength staggers under ⌞the weight of⌟ my guilt, and my bones waste away.
I walked around as if I were mourning for my friend or my brother. I was bent over as if I were mourning for my mother.
Why are you discouraged, my soul? Why are you so restless? Put your hope in God, because I will still praise him. He is my savior and my God.
I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk around in mourning while the enemy oppresses me?”
You are my fortress, O God! Why have you rejected me? Why must I walk around in mourning while the enemy oppresses me?
⌞My enemies⌟ spread out a net to catch me. (My soul is bowed down.) They dug a pit to trap me, but then they fell into it. Selah
I am worn out from my groaning. My eyes flood my bed every night. I soak my couch with tears.
My eyes grow weak because of my suffering. All day long I call out to you, O Lord. I stretch out my hands to you ⌞in prayer⌟.
I chirped like swallows and cranes. I cooed like doves. My eyes were tired from looking up to heaven. I’ve suffered miserably, O Lord! Please help me!