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

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 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 worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

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

All my longings lie open before you, Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you.

Streams of tears flow from my eyes because my people are destroyed.My eyes will flow unceasingly, without relief,until the Lord looks down from heaven and sees.

When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands, and I would not be comforted.I remembered you, God, and I groaned; I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.You kept my eyes from closing; I was too troubled to speak.I thought about the former days, the years of long ago;I remembered my songs in the night. My heart meditated and my spirit asked:“ Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show his favor again?Has his unfailing love vanished forever? Has his promise failed for all time?Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?”

So my spirit grows faint within me; my heart within me is dismayed.I remember the days of long ago; I meditate on all your works and consider what your hands have done.I spread out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land.Answer me quickly, Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me or I will be like those who go down to the pit.

“ This is why I weep and my eyes overflow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. My children are destitute because the enemy has prevailed.”

My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;

Bitterly she weeps at night, tears are on her cheeks. Among all her lovers there is no one to comfort her. All her friends have betrayed her; they have become her enemies.

my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.

As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.

For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food.In my distress I groan aloud and am reduced to skin and bones.

“ Hear my prayer, Lord, listen to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. I dwell with you as a foreigner, a stranger, as all my ancestors were.

“ Speak this word to them:“‘ Let my eyes overflow with tears night and day without ceasing; for the Virgin Daughter, my people, has suffered a grievous wound, a crushing blow.

“ I loathe my very life; therefore I will give free rein to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.

so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.

My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within; my heart is poured out on the ground because my people are destroyed, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.

“ Even today my complaint is bitter; his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

The hearts of the people cry out to the Lord. You walls of Daughter Zion, let your tears flow like a river day and night; give yourself no relief, your eyes no rest.Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to him for the lives of your children, who faint from hunger at every street corner.