To the choirmaster: according to The Doe of the Dawn. A Psalm of David.
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning?
and by night, but I find no rest.
enthroned on the praisesa of Israel.
they trusted, and you delivered them.
in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
scorned by mankind and despised by the people.
they make mouths at me; they wag their heads;
let him rescue him, for he delights in him!”
you made me trust you at my mother’s breasts.
and from my mother’s womb you have been my God.
for trouble is near,
and there is none to help.
strong bulls of Bashan surround me;
like a ravening and roaring lion.
and all my bones are out of joint;
my heart is like wax;
it is melted within my breast;
and my tongue sticks to my jaws;
you lay me in the dust of death.
a company of evildoers encircles me;
they have pierced my hands and feetb —
they stare and gloat over me;
and for my clothing they cast lots.
O you my help, come quickly to my aid!
my precious life from the power of the dog!
You have rescuedc me from the horns of the wild oxen!
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you:
All you offspring of Jacob, glorify him,
and stand in awe of him, all you offspring of Israel!
the affliction of the afflicted,
and he has not hidden his face from him,
but has heard, when he cried to him.
my vows I will perform before those who fear him.
those who seek him shall praise the Lord!
May your hearts live forever!
and turn to the Lord,
and all the families of the nations
shall worship before you.
and he rules over the nations.
before him shall bow all who go down to the dust,
even the one who could not keep himself alive.
it shall be told of the Lord to the coming generation;
that he has done it.