See, Jehovah, for I am in distress, my bowels are troubled; my heart is turned within me, for I have grievously rebelled: without, the sword hath bereaved me, within, it is as death.

They have heard that I sigh: I have no comforter: all mine enemies have heard of my calamity; they are glad that thou hast done it. Thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.

Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.

Their heart cried unto the Lord. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a torrent day and night: give thyself no respite; let not the apple of thine eye rest.

Arise, cry out in the night, in the beginning of the watches; pour out thy heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, who faint from hunger at the top of all the streets.

This I recall to heart, therefore have I hope.

Let us lift up our heart with our hands unto God in the heavens.

Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my sighing, at my cry.

Thou hast heard their reproach, O Jehovah, all their imaginations against me;

give them obduracy of heart, thy curse unto them;

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

For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes have grown dim,