lest he tear my soul like a lion, tearing it in pieces, and there is no one to deliver.

You feed them with the bread of tears; and give them tears to drink in great measure.

I am weary in my groaning; all the night I make my bed swim; I melt my couch with my tears.

their likeness is like a lion that longs to tear, and like a young lion lurking in secret places.

You have turned my mourning into dancing for me; You have torn off my sackcloth, and have clothed me with gladness,

But in my stumbling they rejoiced, and gathered themselves; the defamers gathered themselves against me, and I knew not; they tore and were not silent,

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You, a pilgrim, as all my fathers were.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day, Where is your God?

Now think of this, you who forget God, lest I tear you in pieces, and there be none to deliver.

You number my wandering; O put my tears into Your bottle; are they not in Your Book?

You made the earth tremble; You tore it; heal the breaks of it, for it is shaking.

For You have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from falling.