¹⁹ Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.

⁸ They took away from him help and right, and who gave a thought to his fate? for he was cut off from the land of the living: he came to his death for the sin of my people.

⁹ My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.