To whom could I tell my worries, who would hear my cries? No one inclines ear unto my wailing, my shouting is all in vain. Sadness draws upon me a cover so black. O, who could deliver me, give the strength I lack? My life is spent with much grief, and my years with endless sighing. Who is to comfort my heart, where will I find my solace? Unexplored are the ways of the Lord, through the darkest valleys He leads us into the light. O Lord, hear the voice of my supplication. Be not silent to me, answer to my moaning. My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.