And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend.
A Prayer of the afflicted when he is feeble, and before Jehovah poureth out his plaint. O Jehovah, hear my prayer, yea, my cry to Thee cometh.
Then the waters had overflowed us, The stream passed over our soul,
When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
From the end of the land unto Thee I call, In the feebleness of my heart, Into a rock higher than I Thou dost lead me.
I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
I remember my music in the night, With my heart I meditate, and my spirit doth search diligently:
and having been in agony, he was more earnestly praying, and his sweat became, as it were, great drops of blood falling upon the ground.