Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am in distress; affliction is wearing down my eyes, my throat and my insides.
For to me sighing comes more readily than food; my groans well forth like water.
How long, Lord? Will you utterly forget me? How long will you hide your face from me?
Hear my voice, Lord, when I call; have mercy on me and answer me.
Your arrows have sunk deep in me; your hand has come down upon me.
Take your plague away from me; I am ravaged by the touch of your hand.
My eyes are dimmed with sorrow, worn out because of all my foes.
Do not cast me aside in my old age; as my strength fails, do not forsake me.
God ended their days abruptly, their years in sudden death.
Why do you reject my soul, Lord, and hide your face from me?
that I have great sorrow and constant anguish in my heart.