I am ready to give up. I am losing my courage.
I am ready to give up. But you, Lord, know the path I am on, and you know that my enemies have set a trap for me.
I thought about you, God, and tried to tell you how I felt, but I could not.
Jesus was full of pain; he struggled hard in prayer. Sweat dripped from his face like drops of blood falling to the ground.
Their armies would have been like a flood washing over us, like a river drowning us.
Lord, hear my prayer. Listen to my cry for help.
From a faraway land I call to you for help. I feel so weak and helpless! Carry me to a high rock where no one can reach me.
I am trembling with fear. I am terrified!
I am hurt and lonely. Turn to me, and show me mercy.
Are you the kind of people who would gamble for orphans and sell out your own friends?
During the night, I thought about my songs. I talked to myself, trying to understand what is happening.
I look around, and I don’t see anyone I know. I have no place to run. There is no one to save me.