Be gracious to me, Adonai, for I am weak. Heal me, Adonai— for my bones are shuddering with fear,
Relent, Adonai! How long? Have compassion on Your servants.
“Now My soul is troubled. And what shall I say? ‘Father, save Me from this hour’? But it was for this reason I came to this hour.
Won’t God do justice for His chosen ones, who cry out to Him day and night? Will He be slow to help them?
Then He tells them, “My soul is deeply grieved, even to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with Me.”
One’s spirit sustains him through illness, but who can bear a crushed spirit?
In the night I remember my song. I meditate with my heart and my spirit is searching.
As with a crushing in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, by saying to me all day, “Where is your God?”
These things I remember as I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go along with the throng, walking with them to the House of God, with a voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a festival.
For my heart is filled with burning pain, and there is no health in my body.
They open wide their mouths against me, like a tearing, roaring lion.
Be compassionate to me, Adonai. See my affliction from those hating me. Lift me up from the gates of death.
Heal me, Adonai, and I will be healed. Save me, and I will be saved. For You are my praise.