1. Unto the Lord I with my voice,I unto God did cry;Ev'n with my voice,and unto me his ear he did apply.
2. I in my trouble sought the Lord,my sore by night did run,And ceased not; my grieved souldid consolation shun.
3. I to remembrance God did call,yet trouble did remain;And overwhelm'd my spirit was,whilst I did sore complain.
4. Mine eyes, debarr'd from rest and sleep,thou makest still to wake;My trouble is so great that Iunable am to speak.