I am bent down, I am bowed down greatly; I go around mourning all day long.
I went mourning without the sun; I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
My flesh is covered with worms and caked with dirt; my skin is broken, and has become loathsome.
Fools, because of their transgressions, and because of their iniquities, were afflicted.
The Lord upholds all who fall, and raises up all who 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 waste away.
I paced about as though he were my friend or brother; I bowed down lamenting, as one who mourns for his mother.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him for the help of His presence.
I will say to 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 refuge; why have You cast me off? Why do I walk about 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, but they have fallen into it themselves. Selah
I am weary with my groaning; all night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
my eyes grow dim from affliction. Lord, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
Like a crane or a swallow, so I twitter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look wistfully upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.