All her people sighing, seeking bread; they gave from their delights for food to turn back the soul: see, O Jehovah, and regard; for I was despised.

For these I weep; mine eye, mine eye will go down with water, for he comforting turning back my soul, removed far off from me: my sons were desolations, for the enemy prevailed.

To their mothers will they say, Where the grain and wine? in their languishing as the wounded in the broad places of the city, in the pouring out of their soul into their mothers bosom.

Arise, cry aloud in the night: at the head of the watches pour out thy heart as water before the face of Jehovah: lift up thy hands to him for the soul of thy young children fainting with hunger in the head of all the streets.

Thou wilt cast of my soul from peace: I forgat good.

Remembering, my soul will remember, and will be bowed down upon me.

Jehovah my portion, said my soul; for this I will hope toward him.

Good Jehovah to those waiting for him, to the soul that will seek him.

Mine eye will glean for my soul for all the daughters of my city.

Thou didst contend, O Jehovah, the contentions of my soul; thou didst redeem my life.