All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their precious things for food to refresh the soul. "Look, LORD, and see, for I am despised."

For these things I weep; my eyes, my eyes flow with tears; because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me. My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.

You have removed my soul far away from peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.

My soul considers them, and is depressed.

"The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him."

The LORD is good to those who wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.

My eyes bring my soul grief, because of all the daughters of my city.

Lord, you have taken up the case for my soul; you have redeemed my life.