For the end, A Psalm of David. How long, O Lord, will You forget me? Forever? How long will You turn away Your face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, [having] sorrows in my heart daily? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

Because I kept silence, my bones waxed old, from my crying all the day.

I have been wretched and bowed down continually; I went with a mourning countenance all the day.

for You are my strength; why have You cast me off? And why do I go mourning, while the enemy oppresses [me]?

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping;

because of Your anger and Your wrath; for You have lifted me up, and dashed me down.

As a swallow, so will I cry, and as a dove, so do I mourn; for my eyes have failed from looking to the height of heaven to the Lord, who has delivered me,