Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
To the overseer upon the first place of the dawn; chanting of David. My God, my God, wherefore forsookest thou me? far off from my salvation the words of my groaning.
If I was silent, my bones fell away in my groaning all the day.
For my sighing will come before any bread, and my groanings shall be poured put as waters.
I went darkened without warmth: I rose up, I shall cry in the convocation.
We shall growl as bears all of us, and murmuring we shall murmur as doves: we shall wait for judgment, and none; for salvation, it was far from us.