Job 7:13

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.

I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.

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

Then the king went to his palace, and passed the night fasting. No musical instruments were brought before him; and his sleep fled from him.

If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;’

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

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

He kissed all his brothers, and wept on them. After that his brothers talked with him.

They gathered together to Mizpah, and drew water, and poured it out before Yahweh, and fasted on that day, and said there, “We have sinned against Yahweh.” Samuel judged the children of Israel in Mizpah.

“Remember now, Yahweh, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.

On that night, the king couldn’t sleep. He commanded the book of records of the chronicles to be brought, and they were read to the king.

So they sat down with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his grief was very great.

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash.

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

When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

“Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

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

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

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

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

For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.

“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.

Surely I have cleansed my heart in vain, and washed my hands in innocence,

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.

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

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.

“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.

‘You said, “Woe is me now! For Yahweh has added sorrow to my pain! I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.” ’

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.

“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 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.

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.

What a wretched man I am! Who will deliver me out of the body of this death?

since he longed for you all, and was very troubled because you had heard that he was sick.