Psalms 38:6–8

²⁸I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

¹⁴I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

⁹I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

¹⁴The Lord upholdeth all that fall, and raiseth up all those that be bowed down.

¹⁰For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

⁵Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

²For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

⁶They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.

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

⁹Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

¹⁴Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

¹⁸¶ And after all this the Lord smote him in his bowels with an incurable disease.

¹⁹And it came to pass, that in process of time, after the end of two years, his bowels fell out by reason of his sickness: so he died of sore diseases. And his people made no burning for him, like the burning of his fathers.

²³And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost.

⁵My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

³For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

⁸An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

¹⁸By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

²⁴For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

³When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

²⁸I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

¹¹We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

¹MY God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

²O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.