He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.
But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out thine 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 in the top of every street.