The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

You have seen it; for your eyes are on sorrow and grief, to take it into your hand: the poor man puts his faith in you; you have been the helper of the child who has no father.

How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?

My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.

But as for me, when they were ill I put on the clothing of sorrow: I went without food and was sad, and my prayer came back again to my heart.

I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.

I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

You are the God of my strength; why have you put me from you? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

Give thought to me, and let my prayer be answered: I have been made low in sorrow;

By day and night they go round the town, on the walls; trouble and sorrow are in the heart of it.

But I am poor and full of sorrow; let me be lifted up by your salvation, O Lord.

You have given them the bread of weeping for food; for their drink you have given them sorrow in great measure.

Then they sent up their cry to the Lord in their sorrow, and he gave them salvation out of all their troubles;

Those who were in the dark, in the black night, in chains of sorrow and iron;

Then they sent up their cry to the Lord in their sorrow, and he gave them salvation out of all their troubles.

Then they send up their cry to the Lord in their sorrow, and he gives them salvation out of all their troubles.

Then they send up their cry to the Lord in their sorrow, and he gives them salvation out of all their troubles.

And when they are made low, and crushed by trouble and sorrow,

The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.

My soul is wasted with sorrow; give me strength again in keeping with your word

See if there is any way of sorrow in me, and be my guide in the eternal way.