For my life is waxen old with heaviness, and my years with mourning. My strength faileth me, because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

My God, my soul is vexed within me; therefore I remember the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon.

Yea, thou shalt remember them, for my soul melteth away in me.

Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul, and why art thou so disquieted within me? Put thy trust in God; for I will give him thanks for the help of his countenance.

Why art thou so vexed, O my soul, and why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God; for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.

Why art thou so heavy, O my soul, and why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.

Mine eye is dim for very heaviness, and all my strength is become like a shadow.

{A song of the stairs} Out of the deep have I called unto thee, O LORD; LORD, hear my voice.

For in great affliction and anguish of heart I wrote unto you with many tears: not to make you sorry, but that ye might perceive the love which I have most specially unto you.

that I have great heaviness, and continual sorrow in my heart. For I have wished myself to be cursed from Christ, for my brethren and my kinsmen as pertaining to the flesh:

and no doubt he was sick, and that nigh unto death, but God had mercy on him: not on him only, but on me also, lest I should have had sorrow upon sorrow.