Behold, O Lord; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.

Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.

Their heart cried unto the Lord, O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night: give thyself no rest; let not the apple of thine eye cease.

Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger in the top of every street.

Let us lift up our heart with our hands unto God in the heavens.

Mine eye affecteth mine heart because of all the daughters of my city.

Give them sorrow of heart, thy curse unto them.

The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.

For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.