I am bent and brought low; all day long I go about mourning.
I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
I paced about as for my friend or brother; I was bowed down with grief, like one mourning for his mother.
I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”
The LORD upholds all who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down.
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him for the salva
For You are the God of my refuge. Why have You rejected me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?
For my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are was
They spread a net for my feet; my soul was despondent. They dug a pit before me, but they themselves have fallen into it
I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.
I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my s