I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
I am bent and brought low; all day long I go about mourning.
I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”
For You are the God of my refuge. Why have You rejected me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?
Though I cry out, ‘Violence!’ I get no response; though I call for help, there is no justice.
He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. Like one from whom men hide their faces, H
I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of God’s wrath.