Turn back toward us, O Lord! How long must this suffering last? Have pity on your servants!

My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.

You have taken notice, for you always see one who inflicts pain and suffering. The unfortunate victim entrusts his cause to you; you deliver the fatherless.

For he did not despise or detest the suffering of the oppressed; he did not ignore him; when he cried out to him, he responded.

Deliver me from my distress; rescue me from my suffering!

See my pain and suffering! Forgive all my sins!

Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.

Because of all my enemies, people disdain me; my neighbors are appalled by my suffering -- those who know me are horrified by my condition; those who see me in the street run away from me.

For they harass the one whom you discipline; they spread the news about the suffering of those whom you punish.

I am oppressed and suffering! O God, deliver and protect me!

Defend the cause of the poor and the fatherless! Vindicate the oppressed and suffering!

So he used suffering to humble them; they stumbled and no one helped them up.

As for their enemies, they decreased in number and were beaten down, because of painful distress and suffering.

I am suffering terribly. O Lord, revive me with your word!

How long must I worry, and suffer in broad daylight? How long will my enemy gloat over me?

I suffer all day long, and am punished every morning."

You men, how long will you try to turn my honor into shame? How long will you love what is worthless and search for what is deceptive? (Selah)

For the music director; a psalm of David. How long, Lord, will you continue to ignore me? How long will you pay no attention to me?

How long will this go on, O Lord? Will you stay angry forever? How long will your rage burn like fire?

O Lord, how long will the wicked, how long will the wicked celebrate?

I will sing to the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God as long as I exist!

I will praise the Lord as long as I live! I will sing praises to my God as long as I exist!

For the music director; a well-written song by the Korahites. As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God!

We do not see any signs of God's presence; there are no longer any prophets and we have no one to tell us how long this will last.