¹⁷ The troubles of my heart are enlarged. Oh bring me out of my distresses.

¹⁹ Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But Yahweh delivers him out of them all.

¹ > Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your wrath, Neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.

² For your arrows have pierced me, Your hand presses hard on me.

³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

⁴ For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.

⁵ My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.

⁶ I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

⁷ For my loins are filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.

⁸ I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

⁷ Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

² In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.

³ I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.

⁴ You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.

⁶ Then they cried to Yahweh in their trouble, And he delivered them out of their distresses,

¹⁷ For though the fig tree doesn't flourish, Nor fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive fails, The fields yield no food; The flocks are cut off from the fold, And there is no herd in the stalls:

¹⁸ Yet I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!

¹⁹ Yahweh, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer's feet, And enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.

¹¹ Even to this present hour we hunger, thirst, are naked, are beaten, and have no certain dwelling place.

¹² We toil, working with our own hands. When people curse us, we bless. Being persecuted, we endure.

¹³ Being defamed, we entreat. We are made as the filth of the world, the dirt wiped off by all, even until now.

⁸ We are pressed on every side, yet not crushed; perplexed, yet not to despair;

⁹ pursued, yet not forsaken; struck down, yet not destroyed;