13 May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
14 But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
15 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
16 I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
17 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
18 They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me.
19 You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me.
