Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me and from the words of my cry?
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
For my sighing comes before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
I went about darkened, but not by the sun; I stood up and cried out in the congregation.
We all roar like bears and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for saving health, but it has withdrawn from us.