³ And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

¹³ Turn back, O Jehovah, till when? And repent concerning Thy servants.

²⁷ `Now hath my soul been troubled, and what? shall I say -- Father, save me from this hour? -- but because of this I came to this hour;

⁷ and shall not God execute the justice to His choice ones, who are crying unto Him day and night -- bearing long in regard to them?

³⁸ then saith he to them, `Exceedingly sorrowful is my soul -- unto death; abide ye here, and watch with me.'

¹⁴ The spirit of a man sustaineth his sickness, And a smitten spirit who doth bear?

⁷ To the ages doth the Lord cast off? Doth He add to be pleased no more?

² In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

³ I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

¹¹ What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

⁵ What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!

⁸ I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.

⁹ Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

¹⁰ For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

¹⁴ As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹ To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?

² Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?