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

Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

As many were astonied at thee; his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men:

For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

Then Jonah prayed unto the LORD his God out of the fish's belly,

For thou hadst cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and the floods compassed me about: all thy billows and thy waves passed over me.

The waters compassed me about, even to the soul: the depth closed me round about, the weeds were wrapped about my head.

When my soul fainted within me I remembered the LORD: and my prayer came in unto thee, into thine holy temple.

But I will sacrifice unto thee with the voice of thanksgiving; I will pay that that I have vowed. Salvation is of the LORD.

And saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death: tarry ye here, and watch.