To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.

¹ My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

² O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; And in the night season, and am not silent.

³ But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.

⁴ Our fathers trusted in thee: They trusted, and thou didst deliver them.

⁵ They cried unto thee, and were delivered: They trusted in thee, and were not confounded.

⁶ But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised of the people.

⁷ All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

⁸ He trusted on the LORD that he would deliver him: Let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.

⁹ But thou art he that took me out of the womb: Thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.

¹⁰ I was cast upon thee from the womb: Thou art my God from my mother's belly.

¹¹ Be not far from me; for trouble is near; For there is none to help.

¹² Many bulls have compassed me: Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.

¹³ They gaped upon me with their mouths, As a ravening and a roaring lion.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶ For dogs have compassed me: The assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: They pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ I may tell all my bones: They look and stare upon me.

¹⁸ They part my garments among them, And cast lots upon my vesture.

¹⁹ But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.

²⁰ Deliver my soul from the sword; My darling from the power of the dog.

²¹ Save me from the lion's mouth: For thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns.

²² I will declare thy name unto my brethren: In the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.

²³ Ye that fear the LORD, praise him; All ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him; And fear him, all ye the seed of Israel.

²⁴ For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; Neither hath he hid his face from him; But when he cried unto him, he heard.

²⁵ My praise shall be of thee in the great congregation: I will pay my vows before them that fear him.

²⁶ The meek shall eat and be satisfied: They shall praise the LORD that seek him: Your heart shall live for ever.

²⁷ All the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the LORD: And all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee.

²⁸ For the kingdom is the LORD's: And he is the governor among the nations.

²⁹ All they that be fat upon earth shall eat and worship: All they that go down to the dust shall bow before him: And none can keep alive his own soul.

³⁰ A seed shall serve him; It shall be accounted to the LORD for a generation.

³¹ They shall come, and shall declare his righteousness Unto a people that shall be born, that he hath done this.