I am worn out with grief; every night my bed is damp from my weeping; my pillow is soaked with tears.

How much longer will you forget me, LORD? Forever? How much longer will you hide yourself from me?

Look at me, O LORD my God, and answer me. Restore my strength; don't let me die.

During the day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer; I call at night, but get no rest.

In his life on earth Jesus made his prayers and requests with loud cries and tears to God, who could save him from death. Because he was humble and devoted, God heard him.

When I was hungry, they gave me poison; when I was thirsty, they offered me vinegar.

My throat is as dry as dust, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have left me for dead in the dust.

Jesus knew that by now everything had been completed; and in order to make the scripture come true, he said, "I am thirsty."

My eyes are tired from watching for what you promised, while I ask, "When will you help me?"

My eyes are tired from watching for your saving help, for the deliverance you promised.

Your sons and daughters will be given as slaves to foreigners while you look on. Every day you will strain your eyes, looking in vain for your children to return.

But the wicked will look around in despair and find that there is no way to escape. Their one hope is that death will come.

I have cried until my face is red, and my eyes are swollen and circled with shadows,

My voice was thin and weak, And I moaned like a dove. My eyes grew tired from looking to heaven. LORD, rescue me from all this trouble.

My eyes are worn out with weeping; my soul is in anguish. I am exhausted with grief at the destruction of my people. Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.

May my goodness and honesty preserve me, because I trust in you.

What, then, can I hope for, Lord? I put my hope in you.