Lord, my every desire is known to You; my sighing is not hidden from You.
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
In my day of trouble I sought the Lord. My hands were lifted up all night long; I refused to be comforted.
I think of God; I groan; I meditate; my spirit becomes weak. Selah
You have kept me from closing my eyes; I am troubled and cannot speak.
I consider days of old, years long past.
At night I remember my music; I meditate in my heart, and my spirit ponders.
"Will the Lord reject forever and never again show favor?
Has His faithful love ceased forever? Is [His] promise at an end for all generations?
Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has He in anger withheld His compassion?" Selah
My eyes are worn out from crying. LORD, I cry out to You all day long; I spread out my hands to You.
For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
My heart is afflicted, withered like grass; I even forget to eat my food.
Because of the sound of my groaning, my flesh sticks to my bones.
My spirit is weak within me; my heart is overcome with dismay.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all You have done; I reflect on the work of Your hands.
I spread out my hands to You; I am like parched land before You. Selah
Answer me quickly, LORD; my spirit fails. Don't hide Your face from me, or I will be like those going down to the Pit.
So I have been made to inherit months of futility, and troubled nights have been assigned to me.
I am disgusted with my life. I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Today also my complaint is bitter. His hand is heavy despite my groaning.
"Hear my prayer, LORD, and listen to my cry for help; do not be silent at my tears. For I am a foreigner residing with You, a sojourner like all my fathers.
My tears have been my food day and night, while all day long people say to me, "Where is your God?"
My friends scoff at me as I weep before God.
You are to speak this word to them: Let my eyes overflow with tears; day and night may [they] not stop, for the virgin daughter of my people has been destroyed by a great disaster, an extremely severe wound.
She weeps aloud during the night, with tears on her cheeks. There is no one to offer her comfort, [not one] from all her lovers. All her friends have betrayed her; they have become her enemies.
I weep because of these things; my eyes flow with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort [me], no one to keep me alive. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed.
My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief because of the destruction of my dear people, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.
The hearts of the people cry out to the Lord. Wall of Daughter Zion, let [your] tears run down like a river day and night. Give yourself no relief and your eyes no rest.
Arise, cry out in the night, from the first watch of the night. Pour out your heart like water before the Lord's presence. Lift up your hands to Him for the lives of your children who are fainting from hunger on the corner of every street.
My eyes flow with streams of tears because of the destruction of my dear people.
My eyes overflow unceasingly, without end,
until the LORD looks down from heaven and sees.
and stood behind Him at His feet, weeping, and began to wash His feet with her tears. She wiped His feet with the hair of her head, kissing them and anointing them with the fragrant oil.