Mine eye languished from affliction: I called to thee, O Jehovah, in all the day, I stretched my hands to thee.
If thou preparedst thy heart, and didst spread thy hands towards him;
My friends mocking me: to God mine eye wept.
And mine eye shall be weak from vexation, and my thoughts as a shadow all of them.
To a man whose way was hid, and God will hedge about him?
For I ate ashes as bread, and I mingled my drink with weeping.
I spread out my hands to thee: my soul as a weary land for thee. Silence.
O Jehovah, before thee all my desire, and my sighing was not hid from thee.
My friends and my neighbors will stand from before my stroke, and my kindred stood from far off.
My tears were to me bread day and night, in saying to me all the days, Where is thy God?
If we forgat the name of our God, and stretched out our hands to a strange god:
Evening and morning and noon I will meditate and make a noise, and he will hear my voice.
Mine eye fell away from grief; it grew old among all mine enemies.
The rich shall come out of Egypt; Cush shall cause its hand to run to God.
Compassionate me, O Jehovah, for to thee I will call all the day.
A song of chanting to the sons of Korah to the overseer upon the lute, for affliction of instruction, for Heman the Ezrabite. O Jehovah, God of my salvation, the day have I cried in the night before thee.
He walled about me and I shall not go forth: he loaded my brass.
And the word of Jehovah will be to me, saying,
Jesus wept.