Horror hath seized me, Because of the wicked forsaking Thy law.

Rivulets of waters have come down mine eyes, Because they have not kept Thy law!

I have seen treacherous ones, And grieve myself, Because Thy saying they have not kept.

Who doth make my head waters, And mine eye a fountain of tears? And I weep by day and by night, For the wounded of the daughter of my people.

And if ye do not hear it, In secret places doth my soul weep, because of pride, Yea, it weepeth sore, And the tear cometh down mine eyes, For the flock of Jehovah hath been taken captive.

And I hastened not from feeding after Thee, And the desperate day I have not desired, Thou -- Thou hast known, The produce of my lips, before Thy face it hath been,

How do I give thee up, O Ephraim? Do I deliver thee up, O Israel? How do I make thee as Admah? Do I set thee as Zeboim? Turned in Me is My heart, kindled together have been My repentings.

Jesus wept.

that I have great grief and unceasing pain in my heart --

for I was wishing, I myself, to be anathema from the Christ -- for my brethren, my kindred, according to the flesh,