This is the second of four psalms wherein David expresses his deep depression, grief, and suffering. He tried not talking, but that gave him no peace. He tried calling out, but nothing happened. Then he demanded to know how much longer he had to suffer, but God was silent. If this is all there is left, then why not just take me now?! But still ... God is incommunicado. Does this sound familiar? Have you ever felt like you were being ignored by God in the midst of suffering? But there is a thread of hope in one of the Hebrew words David uses in this psalm, as well as a hint as to the purpose of our suffering.