All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their treasures for food to relieve the soul: see, O LORD, and consider; for I have become despised.

For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.

Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my soul is troubled; my heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.

My eyes do fail with tears, my soul is troubled, my heart is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the infants faint in the streets of the city.

They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? when they faint as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers' bosom.

And you have removed my soul far off from peace: I forgot prosperity.

My soul has them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.

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

The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.

O Lord, you have pleaded the causes of my soul; you have redeemed my life.