The Book of Psalms

My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? Why are You so far from helping Me, And from the words of My groaning?

O My God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not hear; And in the night season, and am not silent.

But You are holy, Who inhabit the praises of Israel.

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.

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

All those who see Me laugh Me to scorn; They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

"He trusted in the LORD, let Him rescue Him; Let Him deliver Him, since He delights in Him!"

But You are He who took Me out of the womb; You made Me trust when I was on My mother's breasts.

I was cast upon You from birth. From My mother's womb You have been My God.

Be not far from Me, For trouble is near; For there is none to help.

Many bulls have surrounded Me; Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled Me.

They gape at Me with their mouths, As a raging and roaring lion.

I am poured out like water, And all My bones are out of joint; My heart is like wax; It has melted within Me.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.

For dogs have surrounded Me; The assembly of the wicked has enclosed Me. They pierced My hands and My feet;

I can count all My bones. They look and stare at Me.

They divide My garments among them, And for My clothing they cast lots.

But You, O LORD, do not be far from Me; O My Strength, hasten to help Me!

Deliver Me from the sword, My precious life from the power of the dog.