I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
I went mourning but not in the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
Fools because of their transgression, and because of their iniquities, are afflicted.
The LORD upholds all that fall, and raises up all those that are bowed down.
For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourns for his mother.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
I will say unto God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
For you are the God of my strength: why do you cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have dug a pit before me, into the midst of which they are fallen themselves. Selah.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed wet with tears; I water my couch with my tears.
My eye mourns by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands unto you.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.