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

⁸ Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

¹² Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

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