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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.