I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

我因唉哼而困乏；我每夜流泪，把床榻漂起，把褥子湿透。

我因呻吟而困乏；我每夜流泪，使床铺漂起，把褥子湿透。

我因呻吟而困乏；我每夜流泪，使床铺漂起，把褥子湿透。

我因哀叹心力交瘁，夜夜哭泣，泪漂床榻，湿透被褥。

我因悲叹而疲惫，我夜夜流泪，把床漂起，把床榻浸透。

我因叹息而困乏；每个夜晚，我的泪水使我的床榻漂浮，使我的床铺浸透。

我因唉哼而困乏；我每夜流淚，把牀榻漂起，把褥子濕透。

我因呻吟而困乏；我每夜流淚，使床鋪漂起，把褥子濕透。

我因呻吟而困乏；我每夜流淚，使床鋪漂起，把褥子濕透。

我因哀歎心力交瘁，夜夜哭泣，淚漂床榻，濕透被褥。

我因悲歎而疲憊，我夜夜流淚，把床漂起，把床榻浸透。

我因歎息而困乏；我每夜以眼淚使床漂浮着，把床榻濕透。

我因嘆息而困乏；每個夜晚，我的淚水使我的床榻漂浮，使我的床鋪浸透。

我身因欷歔而疲乏、每夜涕泣、濕我牀而沾我榻兮、

我困憊兮欷歔、終夜兮流涕、幃榻兮沾濡、

我因歎息、甚覺困乏、每夜流淚、霑濡我床、浸濕我榻、

死域誰念主。頌聲絕幽冥。

I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

My groaning has worn me out. All night long my tears flood my bed. My bed is wet because of my crying.

I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.

I am weary from my groaning; with my tears I dampen my bed and drench my couch every night.

I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I flood my couch with my tears.

I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.

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

I am weary from my groaning; with my tears I dampen my pillow and drench my bed every night.

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

I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

I am weary with my crying out; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long,“ Where is your God?”

O Lord, all my longing is before you; my sighing is not hidden from you.

my eyes flow with rivers of tears because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.“ My eyes will flow without ceasing, without respite,until the Lord from heaven looks down and sees;

In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.When I remember God, I moan; when I meditate, my spirit faints. SelahYou hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.I consider the days of old, the years long ago.I said,“ Let me remember my song in the night; let me meditate in my heart.” Then my spirit made a diligent search:“ Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable?Has his steadfast love forever ceased? Are his promises at an end for all time?Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” Selah

Therefore my spirit faints within me; my heart within me is appalled.I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that you have done; I ponder the work of your hands.I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. SelahAnswer me quickly, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not your face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the pit.

“ For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears; for a comforter is far from me, one to revive my spirit; my children are desolate, for the enemy has prevailed.”

My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,

She weeps bitterly in the night, with tears on her cheeks; among all her lovers she has none to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they have become her enemies.

my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.

and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment.

For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.My heart is struck down like grass and has withered; I forget to eat my bread.Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh.

“ Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears! For I am a sojourner with you, a guest, like all my fathers.

“ You shall say to them this word:‘ Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease, for the virgin daughter of my people is shattered with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.

“ I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.

My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out to the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babies faint in the streets of the city.

“ Today also my complaint is bitter; my hand is heavy on account of my groaning.

Their heart cried to the Lord. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears stream down like a torrent day and night! Give yourself no rest, your eyes no respite!“ Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the night watches! Pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord! Lift your hands to him for the lives of your children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.”