Give ear, O God, to my prayer and do not ignore my plea for help.
A prayer of David. Hear, Adonai, a just plea, listen to my cry! Give ear to my prayer— from lips with no deceit.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle through my groaning all day long.
My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
For You are my God, my stronghold. Why have You spurned me? Why do I go about gloomy because of the oppression of the enemy?
For the music director, a psalm of David.
But surely God has heard. He has listened to my voice in prayer.
In the day of my trouble I seek my Lord. At night my hand stretches out untiringly. My soul refuses to be comforted.
Like a swallow or a crane, I whisper, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary, looking upward. Adonai, I am oppressed, be my security!
All of us growl like bears or moan like doves. We hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.
You heard my voice, “Do not close Your ears to my cry for relief.”