My Lord, my deepest yearning is before you; my groaning is not hidden from you.
My eyes long to see your salvation and the promise of your righteousness.
Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am in distress; affliction is wearing down my eyes, my throat and my insides.
For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites.
I am wearied with sighing; all night long I drench my bed with tears; I soak my couch with weeping.
I have sunk into the mire of the deep, where there is no foothold. I have gone down to the watery depths; the flood overwhelms me.
Because of you my acquaintances shun me; you make me loathsome to them; Caged in, I cannot escape;
My mind reels, shuddering assails me; The twilight I yearned for he has turned into dread.
My eyes are spent with tears, my stomach churns; My bile is poured out on the ground at the brokenness of the daughter of my people, As children and infants collapse in the streets of the town.