To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. How long will you forget me, O LORD? forever? how long will you hide your face from me?

For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; neither has he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto him, he heard.

Hide not your face far from me; put not your servant away in anger: you have been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.

Why hide you your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?

Hide not your face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline your ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily.

Deliver me, O LORD, from my enemies: I flee unto you to hide me.

And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Then said he unto them, My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death: tarry you here, and watch with me.

Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help me.

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance. Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste to help me, O LORD.

And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.