⁸ O my people, trust in him at all times.
    Pour out your heart to him,
    for God is our refuge. Interlude

¹⁹ Rise during the night and cry out.
    Pour out your hearts like water to the Lord.
Lift up your hands to him in prayer,
    pleading for your children,
for in every street
    they are faint with hunger.

⁴ My heart is breaking
    as I remember how it used to be:
I walked among the crowds of worshipers,
    leading a great procession to the house of God,
singing for joy and giving thanks
    amid the sound of a great celebration!

⁶ I lift my hands to you in prayer.
    I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain. Interlude

² I pour out my complaints before him
    and tell him all my troubles.
³ When I am overwhelmed,
    you alone know the way I should turn.
Wherever I go,
    my enemies have set traps for me.

¹⁶ “And now my life seeps away.
    Depression haunts my days.

¹⁵ Patience can persuade a prince,
    and soft speech can break bones.

15 A gentle answer deflects anger,
    but harsh words make tempers flare.