⁶ I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

¹² Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

³ My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?