¹⁷ The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.

²² Redeem Israel, O God, out of all his troubles.

¹⁰ Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

⁹ Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.

¹⁰ Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.

¹¹ Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.

¹² Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Lord? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?

¹⁴ Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.