I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
I go in mourning with no sun; I stood up and I cried out in the congregation.
As a friend, as to my brother, I walked; as one who mourns for a mother, I was bowed down, mourning.
I will say to God my rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the cruelty of the enemy?
For You are the God of my strength; why do You cast me off? Why do I go mourning under the affliction of the enemy?
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and moan within me? Hope in God; for I shall praise Him for the salvation of His face.
Jehovah upholds all who fall, and raises up all those bowed down.
My eye mourns because of affliction; O Jehovah, I have called daily on You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down; they have dug a pit before me, they have fallen into it. Selah.
For my life is ending with grief, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones have wasted away.
I am weary in my groaning; all the night I make my bed swim; I melt my couch with my tears.
Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am pressed down; be surety for me.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has run afresh.
Fools are afflicted because of their rebellion, and because of their iniquities.