For I am poor and indigent, afflicted sore am I, My heart within me also is wounded exceedingly.
For I am poor and needy, And my heart is wounded within me.
For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded and stricken within me.
because I am poor and needy, and my heart is broken.
My heart within me smitten is, and it is withered Like very grass; so that I do forget to eat my bread.
Because he mercy minded not, but persecuted still The poor and needy, that he might the broken-hearted kill.
But as for me, a worm I am, and as no man am priz'd: Reproach of men I am, and by the people am despis'd.
Turn unto me thy face, and to me mercy show; Because that I am desolate, and am brought very low.
I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord of me a care doth take: Thou art my help and saviour, my God, no tarrying make.
O Lord, do thou bow down thine ear, and hear me graciously; Because I sore afflicted am, and am in poverty.