My soul is also sore vexed: But thou, O LORD, how long?
Return, O LORD, how long? And let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
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.
And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them?
Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.
The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; But a wounded spirit who can bear?
Will the Lord cast off for ever? And will he be favourable no more?
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.
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.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
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 bowels.
That I may shew forth all thy praise in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.
Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.