The Book of Psalms

To the Chief Musician, on the deer of the dawn. A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me, and [are] far from my deliverance, [from] the words of my groaning?

O my God, I cry by day, but You do not answer; and in the night, and there is no silence to me.

But You [are] holy, being enthroned on Israel's praises.

Our fathers trusted in You; they trusted, and You delivered them.

They cried to You, and were delivered; they trusted in You, and were not ashamed.

All who see Me scornfully laugh at me; they open the lip; they shake the head, [saying],

He rolled on Jehovah, let Him deliver Him; let Him rescue Him, since He delights in Him.

For You [are He], my Taker from the womb; causing me to trust on My mother's breasts.

I was cast on You from the womb, from My mother's belly, You [are] my God.

Be not far from Me; for trouble [is] near; because no one is there to help.

Many [bulls] have circled around Me; strong [bulls] of Bashan have surrounded Me.

They opened their mouth on Me, [like] a lion ripping and roaring.

I am poured out like waters, and all My bones are spread apart; 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 clings to My jaws;

and You appoint Me to the dust of death; for dogs have encircled Me; band of spoilers have hemmed Me in, piercers of My hands and My feet.

I count all My bones; they look, they stare at Me.

They divide My garments among them, and they made fall a lot for My clothing.

But You, O Jehovah, be not far off; O My Strength, hurry to help Me!

Deliver My soul from the sword, My only one from the paw of the dog.