All day, my God, to thee I cry, yet am not heard by thee; And in the season of the night I cannot silent be.
My tears have unto me been meat, both in the night and day, While unto me continually, Where is thy God? they say.
Lord God, my Saviour, day and night before thee cry'd have I.
O Lord of hosts, almighty God, how long shall kindled be Thy wrath against the prayer made by thine own folk to thee?