I go mourning without the sun:\par\tab I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou cast me off?\par\tab Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
I will say unto God my rock,\par\tab Why hast thou forgotten me?\par\tab Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
I am pained and bowed down greatly;\par\tab I go mourning all the day long.
Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard:\par\tab I cry for help, but there is no justice.
Therefore is my harp {\i turned} to mourning,\par\tab And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.\par