Rage has taken hold upon me because of the wicked who forsake Your Law.

Rivers of water run down from my eyes, because they do not keep Your Law.

I have seen the treacherous, and am filled with loathing, because they have not kept Your Word.

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

But if you will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret places for your pride; and my eye shall weep and cry and run down with tears, because Jehovah's flock is taken captive.

As for me, I have not hurried away from being a shepherd who follows You; nor have I desired the woeful day; You surely know the going forth of my lips before Your face.

How shall I give you up, Ephraim? Shall I deliver you up, Israel? How shall I make you like Admah? Shall I set you as Zeboim? My heart churns within Me; My compassions are kindled together.

Jesus wept.

that I have great sorrow and continual grief in my heart.

For I could wish that I myself were accursed from Christ on behalf of my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh,