⁶ If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?

¹ My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

¹⁵ I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.

¹⁶ The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.

¹⁷ They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me.

¹⁸ You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me.

¹ <To the chief music-maker. After Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A Psalm.> I was crying to God with my voice; even to God with my voice, and he gave ear to me.

² In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.

³ I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)

⁴ You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.

⁵ My thoughts go back to the days of the past, to the years which are gone.

⁶ The memory of my song comes back to me in the night; my thoughts are moving in my heart; my spirit is searching with care.

⁷ Will the Lord put me away for ever? will he be kind no longer?

⁸ Is his mercy quite gone for ever? has his word come to nothing?

⁹ Has God put away the memory of his pity? are his mercies shut up by his wrath? (Selah.)