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Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am faint; heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.
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I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
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Sing the praises of the Lord, enthroned in Zion; proclaim among the nations what he has done.
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He lies in wait near the villages; from ambush he murders the innocent. His eyes watch in secret for his victims;
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For I have kept the ways of the Lord; I am not guilty of turning from my God.
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Therefore I will praise you, Lord, among the nations; I will sing the praises of your name.
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But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by everyone, despised by the people.
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I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me.
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Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
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“What is gained if I am silenced, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
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Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.
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Because of all my enemies, I am the utter contempt of my neighbors and an object of dread to my closest friends— those who see me on the street flee from me.
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I am forgotten as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery.
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In my alarm I said, “I am cut off from your sight!” Yet you heard my cry for mercy when I called to you for help.
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Brandish spear and javelin against those who pursue me. Say to me, “I am your salvation.”
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I will give you thanks in the great assembly; among the throngs I will praise you.
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I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.
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I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning.
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I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.
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I am like the deaf, who cannot hear, like the mute, who cannot speak;
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For I am about to fall, and my pain is ever with me.
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I confess my iniquity; I am troubled by my sin.
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Remove your scourge from me; I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
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Look away from me, that I may enjoy life again before I depart and am no more.”
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Then I said, “Here I am, I have come— it is written about me in the scroll.
