My soul is in deep anguish. How long, Lord, how long?
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me.
I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.
Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
“Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show his favor again?
that I may declare your praises in the gates of Daughter Zion, and there rejoice in your salvation.
Relent, Lord! How long will it be? Have compassion on your servants.
The human spirit can endure in sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear?
Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.
Then he said to them, “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me.”
And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off?
“Now my soul is troubled, and what shall I say? ‘Father, save me from this hour’? No, it was for this very reason I came to this hour.
