“Arise, cry aloud in the night,
At the beginning of the night watches;
Pour out your heart like water
Before the presence of the Lord;
Lift up your hands to Him
For the life of your little ones
Who are faint from hunger
At the head of every street.”

“The Lord is my portion and my inheritance,” says my soul;
“Therefore I have hope in Him and wait expectantly for Him.”

The Lord is good to those who wait [confidently] for Him,
To those who seek Him [on the authority of God’s word].

Let him sit alone [in hope] and keep quiet,
Because God has laid it on him [for his benefit].

Let him put his mouth in the dust [in recognition of his unworthiness];
There may yet be hope.

Let him give his cheek to the one who strikes him;
Let him be filled with reproach.