My groaning has worn me out. All night long my tears flood my bed. My bed is wet because of my crying.

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.

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

I’m worn out from calling for help. My throat is very dry. My eyes grow tired looking for my God.

My tears have been my food day and night. All day long people say to me,“ Where is your God?”

Lord, everything I really want is clearly known to you. You always hear me when I sigh.

Streams of tears flow from my eyes. That’s because my people are destroyed.Tears will never stop flowing from my eyes. My eyes can’t get any rest.I’ll weep until the Lord looks down from heaven. I’ll cry until he notices my tears.

When I was in trouble, I looked to the Lord for help. During the night I lifted up my hands in prayer. But I refused to be comforted.God, I remembered you, and I groaned. I thought about you, and I became weak.You kept me from going to sleep. I was so troubled I couldn’t speak.I thought about days gone by. I thought about the years of long ago.I remembered how I used to sing praise to you in the night. I thought about it, and here is what I asked myself.“ Will the Lord turn away from us forever? Won’t he ever show us his kindness again?Has his faithful love disappeared forever? Has his promise failed for all time?Has God forgotten to help us? Has he held back his tender love because he was angry?”

So I grow weak. Deep down inside me, I’m afraid.I remember what happened long ago. I spend time thinking about all your acts. I consider what your hands have done.I spread out my hands to you in prayer. I’m thirsty for you, just as dry ground is thirsty for rain.Lord, answer me quickly. I’m growing weak. Don’t turn your face away from me, or I will be like those who go down into the grave.

“ That’s why I am weeping. Tears are flowing from my eyes. No one is near to comfort me. No one can heal my spirit. My children don’t have anything. My enemies are much too strong for me.”

My go- between is my friend as I pour out my tears to God.

Jerusalem weeps bitterly at night. Tears run down her cheeks. None of her friends comforts her. All those who were going to help her have turned against her. They have become her enemies.

I’m crying so much I can’t see very well. Lord, I call out to you every day. I lift up my hands to you in prayer.

She stood behind Jesus and cried at his feet. And she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair. She kissed them and poured perfume on them.

My days are disappearing like smoke. My body burns like glowing coals.My strength has dried up like grass. I even forget to eat my food.I groan out loud because of my suffering. I’m nothing but skin and bones.

“ Lord, hear my prayer. Listen to my cry for help. Pay attention to my weeping. I’m like an outsider in your home. I’m just a stranger, like all my family who lived before me.

“ Jeremiah, give them this message. Tell them,“‘ Let tears flow from my eyes. Let them pour out night and day. Never let them stop. The people of my own nation have suffered a terrible wound. They have been crushed.

“ I’m sick of living. So I’ll talk openly about my problems. I’ll speak out because my spirit is bitter.

I’ve been given several months that were useless to me. My nights have been filled with suffering.

I’ve cried so much I can’t see very well. I’m suffering deep down inside. My heart is broken because my people are destroyed. Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.

“ Even today my problems are more than I can handle. In spite of my groans, God’s hand is heavy on me.

People in the city of Zion, cry out from your heart to the Lord. Let your tears flow like a river day and night. Don’t stop at all. Don’t give your eyes any rest.Get up. Cry out as the night begins. Tell the Lord all your troubles. Lift up your hands to him. Pray that the lives of your children will be spared. At every street corner they faint because they are so hungry.