Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter. O Lord, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.

All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for meat to relieve the soul: see, O Lord, and consider; for I am become vile.

Behold, O Lord; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.

Behold, O Lord, and consider to whom thou hast done this. Shall the women eat their fruit, and children of a span long? shall the priest and the prophet be slain in the sanctuary of the Lord?

I called upon thy name, O Lord, out of the low dungeon.

O Lord, thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul; thou hast redeemed my life.

O Lord, thou hast seen my wrong: judge thou my cause.

Thou hast heard their reproach, O Lord, and all their imaginations against me;

Render unto them a recompence, O Lord, according to the work of their hands.

Remember, O Lord, what is come upon us: consider, and behold our reproach.

Thou, O Lord, remainest for ever; thy throne from generation to generation.

Turn thou us unto thee, O Lord, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.