Why, Adonai, are You standing far off? Why hide Yourself in times of trouble?
Why do You hide Your face and consider me Your enemy?
When He is in the north, I cannot perceive Him; When He turns south, I do not see Him.
“But if He is quiet, who can condemn Him? If He hides His face, who can see Him? Yet He is over a nation and an individual alike,
For the music director, on “The Doe of the Dawn,” a psalm of David.
Do not hide Your face from me. Do not turn Your servant away in anger. You have been my help. Do not abandon me or forsake me, O God my salvation.
When I felt secure, I said: “I will never be shaken.”
Awake! Why do you sleep, my Lord? Wake up! Do not cast us off forever.
Why do You hide Your face and forget our misery and oppression?
For the music director, of the sons of Korah, according to Alamoth, a song.
But I—I cried out to You, Adonai, and in the morning my prayer meets You.
O hope of Israel, Savior in time of trouble, why are You like a stranger in the land, or like a traveler who stays for a night?
Why are You like a man overcome, like a champion who cannot save? Yet you, Adonai, are in our midst, and we are called by Your Name. Do not forsake us!