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.
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.
Jehovah upholds all who fall, and raises up all those bowed down.
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.
As a friend, as to my brother, I walked; as one who mourns for a mother, I was bowed down, mourning.
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.
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?
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.
I am weary in my groaning; all the night I make my bed swim; I melt my couch with my tears.
My eye mourns because of affliction; O Jehovah, I have called daily on You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
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.