My spirit is faint within me; my heart despairs.
You would even cast lots for the orphan, and would barter over your friend!
The prayer of one afflicted and wasting away whose anguish is poured out before the Lord.
Then the waters would have engulfed us, the torrent overwhelmed us;
Before him I pour out my complaint, tell of my distress in front of him.
When my spirit is faint within me, you know my path. As I go along this path, they have hidden a trap for me.
Look upon me, have pity on me, for I am alone and afflicted.
My heart pounds within me; death’s terrors fall upon me.
Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer!
On the day of my distress I seek the Lord; by night my hands are stretched out unceasingly; I refuse to be consoled.
I consider the days of old; the years long past
He was in such agony and he prayed so fervently that his sweat became like drops of blood falling on the ground.]