I went darkened without warmth: I rose up, I shall cry in the convocation.
For thou the God of my strength: why didst thou reject me? wherefore darkened shall I go about for the oppression of the enemy?
I will say to God my rock, Wherefore didst thou forget me? wherefore darkened shall I go for the oppression of the enemy?
My stripes became loathsome: they flowed from the face of my folly.
Behold, I shall cry violence, and shall I not be answered: I shall cry for help, and no judgment
And my harp will be for mourning, and my pipe for the voice of those weeping.