So my spirit grows faint within me; my heart within me is dismayed.
You would even cast lots for the fatherless and barter away your friend.
Hear my prayer, Lord; let my cry for help come to you.
the flood would have engulfed us, the torrent would have swept over us,
When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who watch over my way. In the path where I walk people have hidden a snare for me.
Look and see, there is no one at my right hand; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life.
Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.
From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
I remembered you, God, and I groaned; I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.
I remembered my songs in the night. My heart meditated and my spirit asked:
And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.