My stripes became loathsome: they flowed from the face of my folly.
I went darkened without warmth: I rose up, I shall cry in the convocation.
As a friend, as a brother to me: I went about as mourning a mother: being darkened, I bowed down.
I will say to God my rock, Wherefore didst thou forget me? wherefore darkened shall I go for the oppression of the enemy?
For thou the God of my strength: why didst thou reject me? wherefore darkened shall I go about for the oppression of the enemy?
Why wilt thou be bowed down, O my soul? and be disturbed upon me? Hope upon God, for yet shall I praise him for the salvation of his face.
Jehovah upholds to all falling, and raises up for all bowed down.
Mine eye languished from affliction: I called to thee, O Jehovah, in all the day, I stretched my hands to thee.
They prepared a net for my steps; my soul was bent down: they dug a pit before me, they fell into the midst of it. Silence.
For my life was finished in sorrow, and my years in sighing: my strength was weak in mine iniquity, and my bones fell away.
I was wearied with my sighing all the night I shall make my bed to swim with my tears; I shall make my couch to flow.
As the twittering swallow so shall I chirp: I shall murmur as the dove: mine eyes languished for height: O Jehovah, oppression is to me; be surety for me.
And my flesh was clothed with worms, and a clod of dust; my akin was contracted and melted away.
Being turned away from the way of their transgression, they will be humbled from their iniquities.