My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why so far from my call for help, from my cries of anguish?
My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When can I enter and see the face of God?
O God, restore us; light up your face and we shall be saved.
A song; a psalm of the Korahites. For the leader; according to Mahalath. For singing; a maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.
You wrapped yourself in a cloud, which no prayer could pierce.
Even when I cry for help, he stops my prayer;
He left them and withdrew again and prayed a third time, saying the same thing again.
Will not God then secure the rights of his chosen ones who call out to him day and night? Will he be slow to answer them?
In those days he departed to the mountain to pray, and he spent the night in prayer to God.
Night and day we pray beyond measure to see you in person and to remedy the deficiencies of your faith.
I am grateful to God, whom I worship with a clear conscience as my ancestors did, as I remember you constantly in my prayers, night and day.