I say to God, my rock: “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?” As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?” Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God.
How foolish I am, Lord; You do not forget, You cannot forget. I am the forgetful one, I am the one who sinks in discouragement, I am the one who takes the taunts of Your enemies to heart. But, Lord, You are my salvation, the Lifter of my head; in You I have peace and tranquility.
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