I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk around in mourning while the enemy oppresses me?”
How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my Savior, my God, my rock in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the strength of my salvation, my stronghold.
O Lord, I call to you. O my rock, do not turn a deaf ear to me. If you remain silent, I will be like those who go into the pit.
I am bent over and bowed down very low. All day I walk around in mourning.
You are my fortress, O God! Why have you rejected me? Why must I walk around in mourning while the enemy oppresses me?
because my enemy shouts at me and a wicked person persecutes me. They bring misery crashing down on me, and they attack me out of anger.
He alone is my rock and my savior—my stronghold. I cannot be severely shaken.
Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he locked up his compassion because of his anger? Selah
They remembered that God was their rock, that the Most High was their defender.
My eyes grow weak because of my suffering. All day long I call out to you, O Lord. I stretch out my hands to you ⌞in prayer⌟.
on a ten-stringed instrument and a harp and with a melody on a lyre.
Next, I turned to look at all the acts of oppression that make people suffer under the sun. Look at the tears of those who suffer! No one can comfort them. Their oppressors have ⌞all⌟ the power. No one can comfort those who suffer.
Jacob, why do you complain? Israel, why do you say, “My way is hidden from the Lord, and my rights are ignored by my God”?
Can a woman forget her nursing child? Will she have no compassion on the child from her womb? Although mothers may forget, I will not forget you.