Behold, O Jehovah, for I am in trouble; my inward parts ferment; my heart is turned within me, for I have grievously rebelled. On the outside the sword bereaves; in the house it is as death.

They hear that I sigh; there is none to comfort me. All my enemies have heard my evil; they are glad that You have done it. You will bring the day that You have called, and they shall be like me.

Let all their wickedness come before You; and do to them as You have done to me for all my transgressions. For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.

Their heart cried to Jehovah. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a torrent day and night; give yourself no rest. Let not the daughter of your eye cease.

Arise, cry out in the night. At the beginning of the watches, pour out your heart like water before the face of Jehovah. Lift up your hands toward Him for the life of your children who are faint for hunger in the head of every street.

For He does not afflict from His heart, nor does He grieve the sons of men;

Let us lift up our heart and hands to God in Heaven.

You have heard my voice; do not hide Your ear at my relief, at my cry for help.

You have heard their reproach, O Jehovah, all their plots against me;

You will give them dullness of heart, Your curse on them.

The joy of our heart has ceased; our dance has turned into mourning.

Our heart is faint for this; our eyes are dim for these things.