All her people sigh; they seek bread. They have given their desirable things for food to relieve the soul. See, O Jehovah, and look on me, for I have become vile.

For these I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who could refresh my soul is far from me. My sons are desolated because the enemy prevails.

And You cast off my soul from peace; I have forgotten blessedness.

My soul vividly remembers and bows down on me.

Jehovah is my portion, says my soul; therefore I will hope in Him.

Jehovah is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him.

My eye pains my soul because of all the daughters of my city.

O Lord, You strove for the causes of my soul; You redeemed my life.