Psalm 88:14

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Why, Lord, dost thou cast off my soul, and hid'st thy face from me?

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How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? shall it for ever be? O how long shall it be that thou wilt hide thy face from me?

O wherefore hidest thou thy face? forgett'st our cause distress'd,

For thou the God art of my strength; why thrusts thou me thee fro'? For th' enemy's oppression why do I mourning go?

Nor from thy servant hide thy face: I'm troubled, soon attend.

But now we are cast off by thee, and us thou putt'st to shame; And when our armies do go forth, thou go'st not with the same.

For thou art not a God that doth in wickedness delight; Neither shall evil dwell with thee,