13 But to You I have cried out, O
Lord,
And in the morning my prayer comes before You.
14 Lord, why do You cast off my soul?
Why do You hide Your face from me?
15 I
have been afflicted and ready to die from
my youth;
I suffer Your terrors;
I am distraught.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me;
Your terrors have
1 cut me off.
17 They came around me all day long like water;
They engulfed me altogether.
18 aLoved one and friend You have put far from me,
And my acquaintances into darkness.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
