Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.

Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour.

[To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.] How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me? {chief...: or, overseer}

Why 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. {cast: Heb. bowed} {praise: or, give thanks} {for the...: or, his presence is salvation}

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted. {sore: Heb. hand}

And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them?

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, {who is} the health of my countenance, and my God.

The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. {out of...: or, sundered}

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

And he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou {wilt}.

Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?

[To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.] How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me? {chief...: or, overseer}

Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.

Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions. {darling: Heb. only one}

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, {which} refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, {and as} waters {that} fail? {fail: Heb. be not sure?}

My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.