⁶ I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

²⁸ I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

¹⁴ I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

⁹ I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

² For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

⁵ Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

¹⁴ The Lord upholdeth all that fall, and raiseth up all those that be bowed down.

⁹ Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

⁶ They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.

¹⁰ For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.