I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?”
I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning.
You are God my stronghold. Why have you rejected me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?
The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
Why do you complain, Jacob? Why do you say, Israel, “My way is hidden from the Lord; my cause is disregarded by my God”?
Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.
To you, Lord, I call; you are my Rock, do not turn a deaf ear to me. For if you remain silent, I will be like those who go down to the pit.
“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!
Again I looked and saw all the oppression that was taking place under the sun: I saw the tears of the oppressed— and they have no comforter; power was on the side of their oppressors— and they have no comforter.
my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.
They remembered that God was their Rock, that God Most High was their Redeemer.
Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?”
because of what my enemy is saying, because of the threats of the wicked; for they bring down suffering on me and assail me in their anger.
How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?
to the music of the ten-stringed lyre and the melody of the harp.