In the thought of him that is at ease there is contempt for misfortune; It is ready for them whose foot slippeth.
But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches; Pour out thy heart like water before the face of the Lord: Lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger at the head of every street.