I will say to God, my rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
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 deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
To You will I cry, O Lord my rock; do not be silent to me, lest, if You are silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit.
I am bent down, I am bowed down greatly; I go around mourning all day long.
For You are the God of my refuge; why have You cast me off? Why do I walk about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked; for they bring down trouble upon me, and in anger they hate me.
He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my refuge; I shall not be greatly shaken.
Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has He in anger withheld His tender mercies?” Selah
They remembered that God was their rock, and the Most High God their Redeemer.
my eyes grow dim from affliction. Lord, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
with the ten-stringed lute and with the harp, and on the lyre with a solemn sound.
Again I turned and observed all types of oppression that are done under the sun: Behold, the tears of the oppressed, and no one was there to comfort them. There was force from the hand of the oppressors, and no one was there to comfort them.
Why do you say, O Jacob, and assert, O Israel, “My way is hidden from the Lord, and my justice escapes the notice of my God”?
Can a woman forget her nursing child, and have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget.