Psalms

For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.