¹⁴ Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?

²⁴ Why is your face veiled from me, as if I was numbered among your haters?

¹ <To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.> Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?

² You are the God of my strength; why have you put me from you? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

²⁴ Why is your face covered, and why do you give no thought to our trouble and our cruel fate?

⁹ But now you have sent us away from you, and put us to shame; you do not go out with our armies.

¹⁷ Let not your face be covered from your servant, for I am in trouble; quickly give me an answer.

⁷ Will the Lord put me away for ever? will he be kind no longer?

⁸ Is his mercy quite gone for ever? has his word come to nothing?

⁹ Has God put away the memory of his pity? are his mercies shut up by his wrath? (Selah.)

⁴⁶ And about the ninth hour Jesus gave a loud cry, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is, My God, my God, why are you turned away from me?