I am poured out like water, and all My bones are loosened; My heart in the midst of My belly has become like melting wax.

Pity me, O Lord, for I am afflicted; my eye is troubled with indignation, my soul and my belly.

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with groanings; my strength has been weakened through poverty, and my bones are troubled.

I have been afflicted and brought down exceedingly; I have roared for the groaning of my heart.

Why are you downcast, O my soul? And why do you trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to Him; [He is] the salvation of my countenance.

Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why do you trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to Him; [He is] the health of my countenance, and my God.

In the day of my affliction I earnestly sought the Lord; [even] with my hands by night before Him, and I was not deceived; my soul refused to be comforted.

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

A wise servant calms a man's anger, but who can endure a faint-hearted man?

Then Jesus said to them, "My soul is deeply grieved, to the point of death. Stay here and watch with Me."

For the end, A Psalm of David. How long, O Lord, will You forget me? Forever? How long will You turn away Your face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, [having] sorrows in my heart daily? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

Will the Lord cast off forever? And will He be well pleased no more?

Return, O Lord! How long? And have compassion concerning Your servants.

And God, shall He not execute justice for His own elect, who cry out day and night to Him, and yet He is patient with them?