² Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,

¹⁴ 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.

¹¹ 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.

⁹ Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

¹⁰ From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.

³ I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

¹⁹ But God hath heard, He hath attended to the voice of my prayer.

¹ To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,

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?

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

³ When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

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?

² Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?