Psalm 55:2

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

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?

When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

For thou art the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?

Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety.

O God, hear my prayer, Give ear to the sayings of my mouth,