Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,
Hear, O Jehovah, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear [to] my prayer, without lips of deceit.
When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
I have been bent down, I have been bowed down — unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
For thou [art] the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?
Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,
But God hath heard, He hath attended to the voice of my prayer.
I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
As a crane — a swallow — so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression [is] on me, be my surety.
We make a noise as bears — all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation — it hath been far from us.
My voice Thou hast heard, Hide not Thine ear at my breathing — at my cry.