All day long my enemies taunt me; in their rage, they make my name a curse.
My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When can I enter and see the face of God?
Lord of hosts, how long will you smolder in anger while your people pray?
They will lick the dust like a snake, like crawling things on the ground; They will come quaking from their strongholds; they will tremble in fear of you, the Lord, our God.
Do not announce it in Gath, do not weep at all; In Beth-leaphrah roll in the dust.
He is chasing ashes! A deluded mind has led him astray; He cannot save himself, does not say, “This thing in my right hand—is it not a fraud?”
Insult has broken my heart, and I despair; I looked for compassion, but there was none, for comforters, but found none.
For to me sighing comes more readily than food; my groans well forth like water.
It shatters my bones, when my adversaries reproach me, when they say to me every day: “Where is your God?”