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To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

For the kingdom is the Lord’s:
And he is the governor among the nations.

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.

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

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

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