So I am ready to give up; I am in deep despair.
When I am ready to give up, he knows what I should do. In the path where I walk, my enemies have hidden a trap for me.
When I think of God, I sigh; when I meditate, I feel discouraged.
In great anguish he prayed even more fervently; his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.
then the flood would have carried us away, the water would have covered us,
Listen to my prayer, O Lord, and hear my cry for help!
In despair and far from home I call to you! Take me to a safe refuge,
I am gripped by fear and trembling; I am overcome with horror.
Turn to me, Lord, and be merciful to me, because I am lonely and weak.
You would even roll dice for orphan slaves and make yourselves rich off your closest friends!
I spend the night in deep thought; I meditate, and this is what I ask myself:
When I look beside me, I see that there is no one to help me, no one to protect me. No one cares for me.