²⁸ I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

⁹ I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

² For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

⁶ I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

⁷ Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

³ He was despised, and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and as one from whom men hide their face he was despised; and we esteemed him not.

⁴ Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows; yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

¹ I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.

² He hath led me and caused me to walk in darkness, and not in light.

³ Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.