I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
I go about mourning, but not in the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
I paced about as though he were my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.
I will say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
For You are the God of my strength; Why do You cast me off? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him For the help of His countenance.
The Lord upholds all who fall, And raises up all who are bowed down.
My eye wastes away because of affliction. Lord, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
They have prepared a net for my steps; My soul is bowed down; They have dug a pit before me; Into the midst of it they themselves have fallen. Selah
For my life is spent with grief, And my years with sighing; My strength fails because of my iniquity, And my bones waste away.
I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.
Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered; I mourned like a dove; My eyes fail from looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; Undertake for me!
My flesh is caked with worms and dust, My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.
Fools, because of their transgression, And because of their iniquities, were afflicted.