To the Overseer, on 'The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

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

For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings.

Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.

We make a noise as bears -- all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation -- it hath been far from us.