TSK · Jeremiah 45:3

Jacob tore his clothes, and put sackcloth on his waist, and mourned for his son many days.

Moses said to Yahweh, "Why have you treated with your servant so badly? Why haven't I found favor in your sight, that you lay the burden of all this people on me?

God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of Yahweh in the land of the living.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.

Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; [yet] everyone of them does curse me.

From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.

I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, even as we obtained mercy, we don't faint.

Let us not be weary in doing good, for we will reap in due season, if we don't give up.

For consider him who has endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, that you don't grow weary, fainting in your souls.