I go about being in the dark with no sun; I stood up in the assembly, and I cried out.
Behold, I cry out, Violence! And I am not answered; I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
And my lyre has turned to mourning, and My flute vibrates to the sound of weeping.
I am bent down, I am bowed down even to excess; I have gone darkened all the day.
I will say to God my Rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go darkened when the enemy oppresses me?
For You are the God of my strength. Why have You cast me off? Why do I go darkened when the enemy oppresses?