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

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

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 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; my throat is parched; My eyes fail while I wait for my God.

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

Lord, all my desire is before You; And my sighing is not hidden from You.

My eyes run down with streams of water Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.My eyes flow unceasingly, Without stopping,Until the Lord looks down And sees from heaven.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; In the night my hand was stretched out and did not grow weary; My soul refused to be comforted.When I remember God, then I am restless; When I sigh, then my spirit feels weak. SelahYou have held my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.I have considered the days of old, The years of long ago.I will remember my song in the night; I will meditate with my heart, And my spirit ponders:Will the Lord reject forever? And will He never be favorable again?Has His favor ceased forever? Has His promise come to an end forever?Has God forgotten to be gracious, Or has He in anger withdrawn His compassion? Selah

Therefore my spirit feels weak within me; My heart is appalled within me.I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your accomplishments; I reflect on the work of Your hands.I spread out my hands to You; My soul longs for You, like a weary land. SelahAnswer me quickly, Lord, my spirit fails; Do not hide Your face from me, Or I will be the same as those who go down to the pit.

For these things I weep; My eyes run down with water; Because far from me is a comforter, One to restore my soul. My children are desolate Because the enemy has prevailed.”

My friends are my scoffers; My eye weeps to God,

She weeps bitterly in the night, And her tears are on her cheeks; She has no one to comfort her Among all her lovers. All her friends have dealt treacherously with her; They have become her enemies.

My eye grows dim from misery; I have called upon You every day, Lord; I have spread out my hands to You.

and standing behind Him at His feet, weeping, she began to wet His feet with her tears, and she wiped them with the hair of her head, and began kissing His feet and anointing them with the perfume.

For my days have ended in smoke, And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.My heart has been struck like grass and has withered, Indeed, I forget to eat my bread.Because of the loudness of my groaning My bones cling to my flesh.

“ Hear my prayer, Lord, and listen to my cry for help; Do not be silent to my tears; For I am a stranger with You, One who lives abroad, like all my fathers.

You will say this word to them,‘ Let my eyes stream down tears night and day, And let them not cease; For the virgin daughter of my people has been crushed with a mighty blow, With a sorely infected wound.

“ I am disgusted with my own life; I will express my complaint freely; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

So I am allotted worthless months, And nights of trouble are apportioned to me.

My eyes fail because of tears, My spirit is greatly troubled; My heart is poured out on the earth Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, When little ones and infants languish In the streets of the city.

“ Even today my complaint is rebellion; His hand is heavy despite my groaning.

Their heart cried out to the Lord:“ You wall of the daughter of Zion, Let your tears stream down like a river day and night; Give yourself no relief, Let your eyes have no rest.Arise, whimper in the night At the beginning of the night watches; Pour out your heart like water Before the presence of the Lord; Raise your hands to Him For the life of your little ones Who languish because of hunger At the head of every street.