Pity me, O Jehovah, for straits are to me: mine eye fell away; with trouble my soul and my belly.
And he will bring me forth to a wide place; He will deliver me for he delighted in me.
And mine eye shall be weak from vexation, and my thoughts as a shadow all of them.
They sitting in darkness and in the shadow of death, being bound with affliction and iron.
Jehovah will recompense me according to my justice, according to the cleanness of my hands he will turn back to me.
I will pursue mine enemies, and I will overtake them: and I shall not turn back till consuming them.
For our soul was bowed down to the dust: our belly was glued to the earth.
Mine eye fell away from grief; it grew old among all mine enemies.
Which my lips opened and my month spake in straits to me.
And I am struck all the day, and my reproofs for the mornings.
My flesh failed and my heart: the rock of my heart and my portion is God forever.
Mine eye languished from affliction: I called to thee, O Jehovah, in all the day, I stretched my hands to thee.
Continuing, yet our eyes will fail, for our help in vain: in our watching we watched for a nation it will not save us.
For this our heart was languid; for this our eyes were darkened.