I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?

Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.

How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?

Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.

And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them?