⁶ I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

³ Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the Lord hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.

⁷ And it shall be, when they say unto thee, Wherefore sighest thou? that thou shalt answer, For the tidings; because it cometh: and every heart shall melt, and all hands shall be feeble, and every spirit shall faint, and all knees shall be weak as water: behold, it cometh, and shall be brought to pass, saith the Lord God.