| | 1 | For the director of music. To the tune of"The Doe of the Morning." A psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning? | |
| | 2 | O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, and am not silent. | |
| | 3 | Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are the praise of Israel. | |
| | 4 | In you our fathers put their trust; they trusted and you delivered them. | |
| | 5 | They cried to you and were saved; in you they trusted and were not disappointed. | |
| | 6 | But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people. | |
| | 7 | All who see me mock me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads: | |
| | 8 | "He trusts in the LORD; let the LORD rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him." | |
| | 9 | Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you even at my mother's breast. | |
| | 10 | From birth I was cast upon you; from my mother's womb you have been my God. | |
| | 11 | Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help. | |
| | 12 | Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me. | |
| | 13 | Roaring lions tearing their prey open their mouths wide against me. | |
| | 14 | I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me. | |
| | 15 | My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death. | |
| | 16 | Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet. | |
| | 17 | I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me. | |
| | 18 | They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing. | |
| | 19 | But you, O LORD, be not far off; O my Strength, come quickly to help me. | |
| | 20 | Deliver my life from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dogs. | |
| | 21 | Rescue me from the mouth of the lions; save me from the horns of the wild oxen. | |
| | 22 | I will declare your name to my brothers; in the congregation I will praise you. | |
| | 23 | You who fear the LORD, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, honor him! Revere him, all you descendants of Israel! | |
| | 24 | For he has not despised or disdained the suffering of the afflicted one; he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help. | |
| | 25 | From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly; before those who fear you will I fulfill my vows. | |
| | 26 | The poor will eat and be satisfied; they who seek the LORD will praise him--may your hearts live forever! | |
| | 27 | All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD, and all the families of the nations will bow down before him, | |
| | 28 | for dominion belongs to the LORD and he rules over the nations. | |
| | 29 | All the rich of the earth will feast and worship; all who go down to the dust will kneel before him--those who cannot keep themselves alive. | |
| | 30 | Posterity will serve him; future generations will be told about the Lord. | |
| | 31 | They will proclaim his righteousness to a people yet unborn--for he has done it. | |
