My soul is also greatly disquieted: but thou, O LORD, how long?
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
I am feeble and grievously broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favorable no more?
That I may show forth all thy praise in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.
Return, O LORD, how long? and repent thou concerning thy servants.
The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?
Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.
Then saith he to them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even to death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.
And will not God avenge his own elect, who cry day and night to him, though he beareth long with them?
Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause I came to this hour.