and my whole being is deeply troubled. How long, O Lord, will you wait to help me?
My strength is gone, gone like water spilled on the ground. All my bones are out of joint; my heart is like melted wax.
I am worn out and utterly crushed; my heart is troubled, and I groan with pain.
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.
“Will the Lord always reject us? Will he never again be pleased with us?
that I may stand before the people of Jerusalem and tell them all the things for which I praise you. I will rejoice because you saved me.
How much longer will your anger last? Have pity, O Lord, on your servants!
Your will to live can sustain you when you are sick, but if you lose it, your last hope is gone.
Lord, heal me and I will be completely well; rescue me and I will be perfectly safe. You are the one I praise!
and he said to them, “The sorrow in my heart is so great that it almost crushes me. Stay here and keep watch with me.”
Now, will God not judge in favor of his own people who cry to him day and night for help? Will he be slow to help them?
“Now my heart is troubled—and what shall I say? Shall I say, ‘Father, do not let this hour come upon me’? But that is why I came—so that I might go through this hour of suffering.