ὁ θεὸς ὁ θεός μου πρόσχες μοι ἵνα τί ἐγκατέλιπές με μακρὰν ἀπὸ τῆς σωτηρίας μου οἱ λόγοι τῶν παραπτωμάτων μου
ὁ θεός μου κεκράξομαι ἡμέρας καὶ οὐκ εἰσακούσῃ καὶ νυκτός καὶ οὐκ εἰς ἄνοιαν ἐμοί
σὺ δὲ ἐν ἁγίοις κατοικεῖς ὁ ἔπαινος ισραηλ
I am reaching the end soon. And I can’t say I’ll be sorry to go.
We laugh and we laugh, because there is nothing to be said for crying. Nothing to be said in the deep of the night, and nothing to be said at the crack of dawn, when we wrestle with our unresolved memories and that terrible yearning.