My soul is also greatly troubled: but you, O LORD, how long?
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my body.
I am feeble and utterly broken: I have groaned by reason of the turmoil of my heart.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
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.
Will the Lord cast off forever? and will he be favorable no more?
That I may show forth all your praise in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in your salvation.
Return, O LORD, how long? and may you have compassion concerning your servants.
The spirit of a man will sustain him in sickness; but a wounded spirit who can bear?
Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for you are my praise.
Then said he unto them, My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death: tarry you here, and watch with me.
And shall not God avenge his own elect, who cry day and night unto him, though he bears long with them?
Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour.
