You have given their towns to destruction; the memory of them has gone; they have become waste for ever.

I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.

My cry goes up to you, O Lord, my Rock; do not keep back your answer from me, so that I may not become like those who go down into the underworld.

Because of all those who are against me, I have become a word of shame to my neighbours; a cause of shaking the head and a fear to my friends: those who saw me in the street went in flight from me.

For they will quickly be cut down like grass, and become dry like the green plants.

Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.

I have become strange to my brothers, and like a man from a far country to my mother's children.

Let their table before them be for their destruction; let their feasts become a net to take them.

When the earth and all its people become feeble, I am the support of its pillars. (Selah.)

Gone is the wealth of the strong, their last sleep has overcome them; the men of war have become feeble.

I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:

He gives them his blessing so that they are increased greatly, and their cattle do not become less.

When he is judged, let the decision go against him; and may his prayer become sin.

The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.

I will give you praise, for you have given me an answer, and have become my salvation.

The stone which the builders put on one side has become the chief stone of the building.

For I have become like a wine-skin black with smoke; but I still keep the memory of your rules.