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 will You forget me, O Jehovah? Forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?

When I kept silence, my bones became old through my roaring all the day long.

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

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

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

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

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