I am numb and badly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.
I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
We all growl like bears and moan like doves. We hope for justice, but find none, for salvation, but it is far from us.
For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? W