I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction confront me.
My eyes fail from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief over the destruction of the daughter of
Is not Ephraim a precious son to Me, a delightful child? Though I often speak against him, I still remember him. Therefo
See, O LORD, how distressed I am! I am churning within; my heart is pounding within me, for I have been most rebellious.
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the pain in my chest! My heart pounds within me; I cannot be silent. For I
In You our fathers trusted; they trusted and You delivered them.