i1 [To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.] i0 par How long will You forget me, O Jehovah? Forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my inner being daily? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

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

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all day long.

For You are the God of my strength; why do You cast me off? Why do I go mourning under the oppression of the enemy?

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

because of Your indignation and Your wrath; for You have taken me up and cast me away.

Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am distressed; be surety for me.