My strength is gone, gone like water spilled on the ground. All my bones are out of joint; my heart is like melted wax.

Be merciful to me, LORD, for I am in trouble; my eyes are tired from so much crying; I am completely worn out.

I am exhausted by sorrow, and weeping has shortened my life. I am weak from all my troubles; even my bones are wasting away.

I am worn out and utterly crushed; my heart is troubled, and I groan with pain.

Why am I so sad? Why am I so troubled? I will put my hope in God, and once again I will praise him, my savior and my God.

Why am I so sad? Why am I so troubled? I will put my hope in God, and once again I will praise him, my savior and my God.

In times of trouble I pray to the Lord; all night long I lift my hands in prayer, but I cannot find comfort.

When I think of God, I sigh; when I meditate, I feel discouraged.

Your will to live can sustain you when you are sick, but if you lose it, your last hope is gone.

and he said to them, "The sorrow in my heart is so great that it almost crushes me. Stay here and keep watch with me."

How much longer will you forget me, LORD? Forever? How much longer will you hide yourself from me?

How long must I endure trouble? How long will sorrow fill my heart day and night? How long will my enemies triumph over me?

"Will the Lord always reject us? Will he never again be pleased with us?

How much longer will your anger last? Have pity, O LORD, on your servants!

Now, will God not judge in favor of his own people who cry to him day and night for help? Will he be slow to help them?