I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed wet with tears; I water my couch with my tears.

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?

Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: lighten my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you hear not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared;

They gave me also gall for my food; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue clings to my jaws; and you have brought me to the dust of death.

After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, said, I thirst.

My eyes fail for your word, saying, When will you comfort me?

My eyes fail for your salvation, and for the word of your righteousness.

Your sons and your daughters shall be given unto another people, and your eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day long: and there shall be no strength in your hand.

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as one dying.

My face is foul from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

My eyes do fail with tears, my soul is troubled, my heart is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the infants faint in the streets of the city.

Let integrity and uprightness preserve me; for I wait on you.

And now, Lord, what do I wait for? my hope is in you.