Seemingly forsaken of heaven and earth, yet holding fast his faith in God and his consciousness of integrity, in anguish and perplexity he cried:—
“My soul is weary of my life.”
“O that Thou wouldst hide me in the grave,
That Thou wouldst keep me secret, until Thy wrath be past,
That Thou wouldst appoint me a set time, and remember me!”[[244]]
“Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard;
I cry for help, but there is no judgment....
He hath stripped me of my glory, |Hath God Forsaken?|
And taken the crown from my head....
My kinsfolk have failed,