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Lord , have mercy, because I am in misery. My eyes are weak from so much crying, and my whole being is tired from grief.

I am like a piece of a broken pot. I am forgotten as if I were dead.

I was young, and now I am old, but I have never seen good people left helpless or their children begging for food.

I am bent over and bowed down; I am sad all day long.

I am burning with fever, and my whole body is sore.

I am weak and faint. I moan from the pain I feel.

My heart pounds, and my strength is gone. I am losing my sight.

I am like the deaf; I cannot hear. Like the mute, I cannot speak.

I am like those who do not hear, who have no answer to give.

I said, "Don't let them laugh at me or brag when I am defeated."

I am about to die, and I cannot forget my pain.

I confess my guilt; I am troubled by my sin.

I am quiet; I do not open my mouth, because you are the one who has done this.

" Lord , hear my prayer, and listen to my cry. Do not ignore my tears. I am like a visitor with you. Like my ancestors, I'm only here a short time.

Leave me alone so I can be happy before I leave and am no more."

Lord, because I am poor and helpless, please remember me. You are my helper and savior. My God, do not wait.

Because I am innocent, you support me and will let me be with you forever.

Why am I so sad? Why am I so upset? I should put my hope in God and keep praising him, my Savior and

my God. I am very sad. So I remember you where the Jordan River begins, near the peaks of Hermon and Mount Mizar.

I say to God, my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why am I sad and troubled by my enemies?"