hear me and answer me. My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught
Hear me, Lord, my plea is just; listen to my cry. Hear my prayer— it does not rise from deceitful lips.
When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
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?
Hear me, my God, as I voice my complaint; protect my life from the threat of the enemy.
but God has surely listened and has heard my prayer.
I remembered you, God, and I groaned; I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.
I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens. I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”
We all growl like bears; we moan mournfully like doves. We look for justice, but find none; for deliverance, but it is far away.
You heard my plea: “Do not close your ears to my cry for relief.”