Psalms 42:9

⁶I am in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

²The LORD is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.

²For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

²³Wake up! Why do you sleep, Lord?Arise! Don’t reject ^[+] us forever. ²⁴Why do you hide your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?

¹To you, LORD, I call. My rock, don’t be deaf to me, lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.

¹Remember, LORD, what has come on us. Look, and see our reproach. ²Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers, our houses to aliens. ³We are orphans and fatherless. Our mothers are as widows. ⁴We must pay for water to drink. Our wood is sold to us. ⁵Our pursuers are on our necks. We are weary, and have no rest. ⁶We have given our hands to the Egyptians, and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread. ⁷Our fathers sinned, and are no more. We have borne their iniquities. ⁸Servants rule over us. There is no one to deliver us out of their hand. ⁹We get our bread at the peril of our lives, because of the sword in the wilderness. ¹⁰Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine. ¹¹They ravished the women in Zion, the virgins in the cities of Judah. ¹²Princes were hanged up by their hands. The faces of elders were not honored. ¹³The young men carry millstones. The children stumbled under loads of wood. ¹⁴The elders have ceased from the gate, and the young men from their music. ¹⁵The joy of our heart has ceased. Our dance is turned into mourning. ¹⁶The crown has fallen from our head. Woe to us, for we have sinned!

²⁷Why do you say, Jacob, and speak, Israel, “My way is hidden from the LORD, and the justice due me is disregarded by my God”?

²He alone is my rock, my salvation, and my fortress. I will never be greatly shaken.

⁹My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.

¹My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning? ²My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer; in the night season, and am not silent.