How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;

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

But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.

But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God: thou art my help and my deliverer; O LORD, make no tarrying.

O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste for my help.

For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.

Men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.

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

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

And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.

And I will wait upon the LORD, that hideth his face from the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.

Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:

Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.