Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;
Hear the right, O Lord, attend unto my cry; give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
but verily God hath heard me; he hath attended to the voice of my prayer.
I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.
Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.