i1 [To the Chief Musician. Aijeleth Shahar. A Psalm of David.] i0 par My Mighty God, My Mighty God, why have You forsaken Me, and are far from My deliverance, and from the words of My groaning?

O My God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not answer; and in the nighttime, and am not silent.

When I kept silent, my bones wore out through my roaring all day long.

For my sighing comes before my food, and my groanings pour out like waters.

I have walked about in the dark, not in the sun; I have stood up in the assembly and cried out for help.

We all roar like bears, and mourn with moaning like doves; we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.