O Lord, all that I do desire is still before thine eye; And of my heart the secret groans not hidden are from thee.
O Lord, of those that humble are thou the desire didst hear; Thou wilt prepare their heart, and thou to hear wilt bend thine ear;
I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have caused for to swim; and I With tears my couch have watered.
By reason of my groaning voice my bones cleave to my skin.
That of the mournful prisoner the groanings he might hear, To set them free that unto death by men appointed are: