Psalm 55:2

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Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;

{To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} How long, Jehovah, wilt thou forget me for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old, through my groaning all the day long.

I am depressed; I am bowed down beyond measure; I go mourning all the day.

For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou cast me off? why go I about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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

Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I mourned as a dove; mine eyes failed with looking upward: Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

O God, hear my prayer; give ear to the words of my mouth.