Why, Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?
Why do you hide your face and consider me your enemy?
When he is at work in the north, I do not see him; when he turns to the south, I catch no glimpse of him.
But if he remains silent, who can condemn him? If he hides his face, who can see him? Yet he is over individual and nation alike,
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish?
Do not hide your face from me, do not turn your servant away in anger; you have been my helper. Do not reject me or forsake me, God my Savior.
Lord, when you favored me, you made my royal mountain stand firm; but when you hid your face, I was dismayed.
Why do you hide your face and forget our misery and oppression?
We are brought down to the dust; our bodies cling to the ground.
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
Why, Lord, do you reject me and hide your face from me?
You who are the hope of Israel, its Savior in times of distress, why are you like a stranger in the land, like a traveler who stays only a night?
Why are you like a man taken by surprise, like a warrior powerless to save? You are among us, Lord, and we bear your name; do not forsake us!