I am bent over, I am crushed; I mourn all day long.
I go about in gloom, without any sunshine; I stand up in public and plead for help.
My body is full of worms; it is covered with scabs; pus runs out of my sores.
Some were fools, suffering because of their sins and because of their evil;
He helps those who are in trouble; he lifts those who have fallen.
I am exhausted by sorrow, and weeping has shortened my life. I am weak from all my troubles; even my bones are wasting away.
as I would pray for a friend or a brother. I went around bent over in mourning, as one who mourns for his mother.
Why am I so sad? Why am I so troubled? I will put my hope in God, and once again I will praise him, my savior and my God.
To God, my defender, I say, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go on suffering from the cruelty of my enemies?”
You are my protector; why have you abandoned me? Why must I go on suffering from the cruelty of my enemies?
My enemies have spread a net to catch me; I am overcome with distress. They dug a pit in my path, but fell into it themselves.
I am worn out with grief; every night my bed is damp from my weeping; my pillow is soaked with tears.
my eyes are weak from suffering. Lord, every day I call to you and lift my hands to you in prayer.
My voice was thin and weak, And I moaned like a dove. My eyes grew tired from looking to heaven. Lord, rescue me from all this trouble.
