I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.
I will say unto God my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted in me? Hope thou in God: For I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.
The LORD upholdeth all that fall, And raiseth up all those that be bowed down.
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
They have prepared a net for my steps; My soul is bowed down: They have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.
For my life is spent with grief, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are consumed.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
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.