O my God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not answer; and in the night, and am not silent.
And shall not God avenge His own elect who cry day and night to Him, though He has been long-suffering over them?
My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day, Where is your God?
A Song. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. To the Chief Musician. On Mahalath, to make humble. A Poem of Heman the Ezrahite. O Jehovah, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before You.
I thank God, whom I serve from my forefathers with pure conscience, that without ceasing I remember you in my prayers night and day,
night and day praying exceedingly for me to see your face and to perfect the things lacking in your faith?
And it happened in those days that He went out into a mountain to pray, and He was spending the night in prayer to God.
And He left them and went away again, and prayed the third time, saying the same word.
You have wrapped Yourself with a cloud from any prayer passing through.
Also when I cry and shout, He shuts out my prayer.
O Jehovah, the God of Hosts, how long will You be angry against the prayer of Your people?