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.
I weary with my crying am, my throat is also dry'd; Mine eyes do fail, while for my God I waiting do abide.
My tears have unto me been meat, both in the night and day, While unto me continually, Where is thy God? they say.
O Lord, all that I do desire is still before thine eye; And of my heart the secret groans not hidden are from thee.
By reason of affliction mine eye mourns dolefully: To thee, Lord, do I call, and stretch my hands continually.
Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears and pray'rs not silent be: I sojourn as my fathers all, and stranger am with thee.
Hear, Lord, have mercy; help me, Lord:
Shall in the grave thy love be told? in death thy faithfulness?
The dead, nor who to silence go, God's praise do not record.