I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And to my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I am with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.

My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where is thy God?'

Understand this, I pray you, Ye who are forgetting God, Lest I tear, and there is no deliverer.

My wandering Thou hast counted, Thou -- place Thou my tear in Thy bottle, Are they not in Thy book?