How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,

Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.

Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.