Psalm 13:2

When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.

Her adversaries are the chief, her enemies prosper; for the LORD hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: her children are gone into captivity before the enemy.

All his days also he eateth in darkness, and he hath much sorrow and wrath with his sickness.

If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;

To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.

Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.

For if a man find his enemy, will he let him go well away? wherefore the LORD reward thee good for that thou hast done unto me this day.

That I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart.

Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter. O LORD, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.

O God, how long shall the adversary reproach? shall the enemy blaspheme thy name for ever?

For indeed he was sick nigh unto death: but God had mercy on him; and not on him only, but on me also, lest I should have sorrow upon sorrow.

Lest he tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end: and thou hast destroyed cities; their memorial is perished with them.

Remember this, that the enemy hath reproached, O LORD, and that the foolish people have blasphemed thy name.

From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.