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 body.

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

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

I am feeble and utterly broken: I have groaned by reason of the turmoil of my heart.

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within me? hope 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 him in sickness; but a wounded spirit who can bear?

Then said he unto them, My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death: tarry you here, and watch with me.

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. How long will you forget me, O LORD? forever? how long will you hide your face from me?

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

Will the Lord cast off forever? and will he be favorable no more?

Return, O LORD, how long? and may you have compassion concerning your servants.

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