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?

For He has not despised nor been angry at the supplication of the poor; nor turned away His face from Me; but when I cried to Him, He heard Me.

Turn not Your face away from me, turn not away from Your servant in anger; be my helper, forsake me not; and, O God my Savior, overlook me not.

Why do You turn Your face away, [and] forget our poverty and our affliction?

Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my trouble; incline Your ear to me; in the day [when] I shall call upon You, speedily hear me.

Deliver me from my enemies, O Lord; for I have fled to You for refuge.

And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, "Eli, Eli, lima sabachthani?" that is, "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"

Then Jesus said to them, "My soul is deeply grieved, to the point of death. Stay here and watch with Me."

Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me; O Lord, draw near to help me.

For the end, by David for a remembrance, that the Lord may save me. Draw near, O God, to my help.

Why have You not forgotten my iniquity, and purged my sin? But now I shall depart to the earth, and in the morning I am no more.