I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
I went mourning away from the sun: I stood up, and I cried out in the congregation.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and has 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 with grief, as one that mourns for his mother.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in 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 do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
For you are the God of my strength: why do you cast me off? why do I go 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 I make my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
My eye mourns because of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands to you.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I mourned like a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; come and help me.