See, O Jehovah, for distress is to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house it is as death.

They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done it, Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.

Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many are my sighs, and my heart is sick!

Cried hath their heart unto the Lord; O wall of the daughter of Zion, Cause to go down as a stream tears daily and nightly, Give not rest to thyself, Let not the daughter of thine eye stand still.

Arise, cry aloud in the night, At the beginning of the watches. Pour out as water thy heart, Over against the face of the Lord, Lift up unto Him thy hands, for the soul of thine infants, Who are feeble with hunger at the head of all out-places.

This I turn to my heart -- therefore I hope.

For He hath not afflicted with His heart, Nor doth He grieve the sons of men.

We lift up our heart on the hands unto God in the heavens.

My voice Thou hast heard, Hide not Thine ear at my breathing -- at my cry.

Thou hast heard their reproach, O Jehovah, All their thoughts against me,

Thou givest to them a covered heart, Thy curse to them.

Ceased hath the joy of our heart, Turned to mourning hath been our dancing.

For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.