Look, O Lord, at how distressed I am; my stomach churns; my heart is wrung within me because I have been very rebellious. In the street the sword bereaves; in the house it is like death.

Let all their evildoing come before you, and deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my transgressions; for my groans are many, and my heart is faint.

Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord! Lift your hands to him for the lives of your children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.

Let us lift up our hearts as well as our hands to God in heaven.

Give them anguish of heart; your curse be on them!

The joy of our hearts has ceased; our dancing has been turned to mourning.

Because of this our hearts are sick; because of these things our eyes have grown dim: