I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
Fools, by means of their transgression, And by their iniquities, afflict themselves.
Jehovah is supporting all who are falling, And raising up all who are bowed down.
For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!
I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
For thou `art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?
A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.
As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.