My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Distant from my salvation are the words of my groaning.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When will I come and appear before God?
O God, restore us, make Your face shine, and we will be saved.
A song, a psalm of the sons of Korah, for the music director, for singing Mahalath, a contemplative song of Heman the Ezrahite.
You shrouded Yourself with a cloud so that no prayer can get through.
Even when I cry out and call for help, He shuts out my prayer.
So He left them again and prayed a third time, saying the same words once more.
Won’t God do justice for His chosen ones, who cry out to Him day and night? Will He be slow to help them?
And it was during these days that Yeshua went out to the mountain to pray, and He spent all night in prayer to God.
Night time and day time we keep praying more than ever to see you face to face, and mend any shortcomings in your faith.
I thank God, whom I serve with a clear conscience as my forefathers did, when I continually remember you in my prayers night and day.