As for me, is my complaint to man? And if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; For I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, And let my cry come unto thee.
What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
Count not thine handmaid for a daughter of Belial: for out of the abundance of my complaint and grief have I spoken hitherto.
And Moses spake so unto the children of Israel: but they hearkened not unto Moses for anguish of spirit, and for cruel bondage.
That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin?