¶ To the Chanter upon Aieleth of the dawning, a Psalm of David. My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? the words of my complaint are far from my health.
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
Yet dwellest thou in the sanctuary, O thou worship of Israel.
Our fathers hoped in thee, they trusted in thee, and thou diddest deliver them.
They called upon thee, and were helped: they put their trust in thee, and were not confounded.
But as for me, I am a worm and no man: a very scorn of men and the outcast of the people.
All they that see me, laugh me to scorn: they shoot out their lips, and shake their heads.
He trusted in God, let him deliver him: let him help him, if he will have him.
But thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother's breasts.
I have been left unto thee ever since I was born, thou art my God, even from my mother's womb.
¶ O go not far from me then, for trouble is hard at hand, and here is none to help me.
Great bulls are come about me, fat oxen close me in on every side.
They gape upon me with their mouths, as it were a rampaging and roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of joint: my heart in the middest of my body is even like melting wax.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my gums, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
For dogs are come about me, the counsel of the wicked hath laid siege against me.
They pierced my hands and my feet, I might have told all my bones: as for them, they stood staring and looking upon me.
They have parted my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.
But be not thou far from me, O LORD: thou art my succour, haste thee to help me.
Deliver my soul from the sword, my dearling from the power of the dog.
Save me from the lion's mouth, and hear me from among the horns of the unicorns.
¶ So will I declare thy name unto my brethren, in the middest of the congregation will I praise thee.
O praise the LORD ye that fear him: Magnify him all ye seed of Iacob, and let all the seed of Israel fear him.
For he hath not despised nor abhorred the miserable estate of the poor: he hath not hid his face from me, but when I called unto him, he heard me.
I will praise thee in the great congregation, and perform my vows in the sight of all them that fear thee.
The poor shall eat and be satisfied: they that seek after the LORD shall praise him: our heart shall live for ever.
All the ends of the world shall remember themselves, and be turned unto the LORD: and all the generations of the Heathen shall worship before him.
For the kingdom is the LORD's, and he shall be the governour of the Heathen.
All such as be fat upon earth, shall eat also and worship. All they that lie in the dust, and live so hardly, shall fall down before him.
The seed shall serve him, and preach of the Lord forever.
They shall come, and declare his righteousness: unto a people that shall be born, whom the Lord hath made.
Praise the Everlasting Lord for His Faithful Word.