I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all day long I go around mourning.
I go about in sunless gloom; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out again.
Some were sick through their sinful ways and because of their iniquities endured affliction;
The Lord upholds all who are falling and raises up all who are bowed down.
For my life is spent with sorrow and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.
as though I grieved for a friend or a brother; I went about as one who laments for a mother, bowed down and in mourning.
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise him, my help
I say to God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk about mournfully because the enemy oppresses me?”
For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you cast me off? Why must I walk about mournfully because of the oppression of the enemy?
They set a net for my steps; my soul was bowed down. They dug a pit in my path, but they have fallen into it themselves. Selah
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call on you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.
Like a swallow or a crane I clamor; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security!