Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day!
With night we banish sorrow.
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft
To give my Love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I’ll borrow:
Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!
To give my Love good-morrow!
To give my Love good-morrow
Notes from them all I’ll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast!
Sing, birds, in every furrow!
And from each bill let music shrill
Give my fair Love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow,
You pretty elves, among yourselves
Sing my fair Love good-morrow!
To give my Love good-morrow!
Sing, birds, in every furrow!

My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Far from my deliverance are the words of my groaning. O my God, I cry by day, but You do not answer; and by night, but I have no rest. 3 Yet You are holy, O You who are enthroned upon the praises of Israel.

This is one of my favorite Psalms; but I’m of a somewhat melancholic nature. I relate much better to the Psalms of desperation and anxiety than to the Psalms of praise. The Psalms of praise seem gushy and over the top. The Psalms of woe seem much more real and relatable.

We have a God we can turn to in our times of trouble and he will care for us. God already knows our thoughts so we might as well pray them to him. But after speaking the words of despair it is good to remember that God has not forsaken us; rather, he has already prepared our path.