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 wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy 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 thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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

Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered: I mourned as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

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