Fear and trembling came upon me, and darkness covered me.

From the ends of the earth have I cried to You, when my heart was in trouble; You lifted me up on a rock; You guided me;

I remembered God, and rejoiced; I poured out my complaint, and my soul fainted. Pause.

A Prayer for the Poor; when he is deeply afflicted, and pours out his supplication before the Lord. Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come to You.

verily the water would have drowned us, our soul would have gone under the torrent.

When my spirit was fainting within me, then You knew my paths; in the very way in which I was walking, they hid a snare for me.

Even because you attack the fatherless, and insult your friend.

Look upon me, and have mercy upon me; for I am an only child and poor.

For my days have vanished like smoke, and my bones have been parched like a stick.

I am blighted like grass, and my heart is dried up; for I have forgotten to eat my bread.

My soul faints for Your salvation; I have hoped in Your words.

For I have become as a bottle in the frost; [yet] I have not forgotten Your statutes.

And being in agony, He prayed more fervently. Then His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down onto the ground.