Ezekiel 17:11

“If you set your heart aright, stretch out your hands toward him.

Be merciful to me, Lord, for I call to you all day long.

I spread out my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.

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

My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.

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

My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

I am in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

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

I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

If we have forgotten the name of our God, or spread out our hands to a strange god,

Evening, morning, and at noon, I will cry out in distress. He will hear my voice.

Princes shall come out of Egypt. Ethiopia shall hurry to stretch out her hands to God.

Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.

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

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

Jesus wept.