² Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.

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

² If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!

³ For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.

¹¹ So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.

⁶ And would make clear to you the secrets of wisdom, and the wonders of his purpose!

⁴ For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)

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.)

¹⁹ Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.

²⁰ My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.