Psalm 55:2

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

For the choir director. A Davidic psalm.Lord, how long will You forget me?
Forever?
How long will You hide Your face from me?

When I kept silent, my bones became brittle
from my groaning all day long.

I am bent over and brought low;
all day long I go around in mourning.

For You are the God of my refuge.
Why have You rejected me?
Why must I go about in sorrow
because of the enemy’s oppression?

I eat ashes like bread
and mingle my drinks with tears

I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.

God, hear my prayer;
listen to the words of my mouth.