For I am about to stumble, and I am in constant pain.
But when I stumbled, they rejoiced and gathered together; they gathered together to ambush me. They tore at me without stopping to rest.
I am dazed and completely humiliated; all day long I walk around mourning.
I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.
In my time of trouble I sought the Lord. I kept my hand raised in prayer throughout the night. I refused to be comforted.
He was despised and rejected by people, one who experienced pain and was acquainted with illness; people hid their faces from him; he was despised, and we considered him insignificant.
"In that day," says the Lord, "I will gather the lame, and assemble the outcasts whom I injured.