I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench 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 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 crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me,“ Where is your God?”

Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.

My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.My eye pours down and doesn’t cease, without any intermission,until Yahweh looks down, and sees from heaven.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn’t get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:“ Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?” Selah.

Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.I remember the days of old. I meditate on all your doings. I contemplate the work of your hands.I spread out my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don’t hide your face from me, so that I don’t become like those who go down into the pit.

“ For these things I weep. My eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me. My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.”

My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

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

My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

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

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

“ Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

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

“ My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

My eyes fail with tears. My heart is troubled. My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.

“ Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

Their heart cried to the Lord. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night. Give yourself no relief. Don’t let the your eyes rest.Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.