⁹ I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

⁶ I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

² 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?

² Jehovah `is' my rock, and my bulwark, And my deliverer, My God `is' my rock, I trust in Him: My shield, and a horn of my salvation, My high tower.

¹ Remember, O Jehovah, what hath befallen us, Look attentively, and see our reproach.

² Our inheritance hath been turned to strangers, Our houses to foreigners.

³ Orphans we have been -- without a father, our mothers `are' as widows.

⁴ Our water for money we have drunk, Our wood for a price doth come.

⁵ For our neck we have been pursued, We have laboured -- there hath been no rest for us.

⁶ `To' Egypt we have given a hand, `To' Asshur, to be satisfied with bread.

⁷ Our fathers have sinned -- they are not, We their iniquities have borne.

⁸ Servants have ruled over us, A deliverer there is none from their hand.

⁹ With our lives we bring in our bread, Because of the sword of the wilderness.

¹⁰ Our skin as an oven hath been burning, Because of the raging of the famine.

¹¹ Wives in Zion they have humbled, Virgins -- in cities of Judah.

¹² Princes by their hand have been hanged, The faces of elders have not been honoured.

¹³ Young men to grind they have taken, And youths with wood have stumbled.

¹⁴ The aged from the gate have ceased, Young men from their song.

¹⁵ Ceased hath the joy of our heart, Turned to mourning hath been our dancing.

¹⁶ Fallen hath the crown `from' our head, Wo `is' now to us, for we have sinned.

³ Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.

²⁶ When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.

²⁷ My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.

²⁸ Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.

²⁹ A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.

³⁰ My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

³¹ And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.

¹⁵ Forget doth a woman her suckling, The loved one -- the son of her womb? Yea, these forget -- but I -- I forget not thee.

²⁷ Why sayest thou, O Jacob? and speakest thou, O Israel? `My way hath been hid from Jehovah, And from my God my judgment passeth over.'

¹ And I have turned, and I see all the oppressions that are done under the sun, and lo, the tear of the oppressed, and they have no comforter; and at the hand of their oppressors `is' power, and they have no comforter.

⁹ Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.

³⁵ And they remember that God `is' their rock, And God Most High their redeemer.

⁹ Hath God forgotten `His' favours? Hath He shut up in anger His mercies? Selah.

⁶ Only -- He `is' my rock and my salvation, My tower, I am not moved.

⁷ On God `is' my salvation, and my honour, The rock of my strength, my refuge `is' in God.

² Only -- He `is' my rock, and my salvation, My tower, I am not much moved.

²³ Stir up -- why dost Thou sleep, O Lord? Awake, cast us not off for ever.

²⁴ Why Thy face hidest Thou? Thou forgettest our afflictions and our oppression,

¹ By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, My rock, be not silent to me! Lest Thou be silent to me, And I have been compared With those going down to the pit.

¹ To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

² My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

¹ To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?