He huddles, perhaps in a cave, deep in the cold darkness of night. His men sleep sprawled around him, swords always at the ready. Bending by the small flickering flame of an oil lamp, on a clay tablet or bit of leather, he pours out his aching heart.
How long, O LORD?
Will You forget me forever?
How long will you hide Your face from me?
How long shall I take counsel in my soul,
Having sorrow in my heart all the day?
How long will my enemy be exalted over me?
Consider and answer me, O LORD my God,
Enlighten my eyes, or I will sleep the sleep of death,
And my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,”
And my adversaries will rejoice when I am shaken.
“But I have trusted in Your lovingkindness,” David continues. “My heart shall rejoice in Your salvation. I will sing to the LORD, for He has dealt bountifully with me.”