All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for food to refresh the soul: look, Yahweh, and see; for I am become abject.

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

They tell their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.

You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.

My soul still remembers them, and is bowed down within me.

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

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

My eye affects my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.

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