⁷ But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.

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

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

⁸ Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

4 So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.