I am weary with my groaning;
Every night I soak my bed with tears,
I drench my couch with my weeping.

They shall wander up and down for food, And tarry all night if they be not satisfied.

But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.

I sought the Lord in my day of trouble.
My hands were continually lifted up
all night long;
I refused to be comforted.

And he led them with the cloud by day, and all night with a fiery light.