Why, O Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning?
O daughter Babylon, you devastator! Happy shall they be who pay you back what you have done to us! Happy shall they be who take your little ones and dash them against the rock!
While I kept silence, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer.
Then I acknowledged my sin to you, and I did not hide my iniquity; I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord,” and you forgave the guilt of my sin.
And I say, “O that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.”
-Psalm 10:1; 22:1; 137:8-9; 32:3-5; 55:6
