Quotes about Lament

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my words of groaning?

I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest.

But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.

I am bent and brought low; all day long I go about mourning.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.

I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”

Like a slug that dissolves in its slime, like a woman’s stillborn child, may they never see the sun.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lily of the Covenant.” A Miktam of David for instruction. When he fought Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah, and Joab returned and struck down 12,000 Edomites in the Valley of Salt. You have rejected us, O God; You have broken us; You have been angry; restore us!

So I said, “I am grieved that the right hand of the Most High has changed.”

His priests fell by the sword, but their widows could not lament.

They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there is no one to bury the dead.