Why have we gone from your memory for ever? why have you been turned away from us for so long?
To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?
How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?
The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
Why is your face covered, and why do you give no thought to our trouble and our cruel fate?
Maschil. Of Asaph. Of God, why have you put us away from you for ever? why is the fire of your wrath smoking against the sheep who are your care?
How long, O Lord? will you be angry for ever? will your wrath go on burning like fire?
Will you go on being angry with us for ever? will you keep your wrath against us through all the long generations?
How long, O Lord, will you Keep yourself for ever from our eyes? how long will your wrath be burning like fire?
But Zion said, The Lord has given me up, I have gone from his memory.
I have put watchmen on your walls, O Jerusalem; they will not keep quiet day or night: you who are the Lord's recorders, take no rest,
Why are you like a man surprised, like a man of war who is not able to give help? but you, O Lord, are with us, and we are named by your name; do not go away from us.