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