For the director of music. To the tune of “The Doe of the Morning.” A psalm of David.
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from my cries of anguish?
by night, but I find no rest.b
you are the one Israel praises.c
they trusted and you delivered them.
in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
scorned by everyone, despised by the people.
they hurl insults, shaking their heads.
“let the Lord rescue him.
Let him deliver him,
since he delights in him.”
you made me trust in you, even at my mother’s breast.
from my mother’s womb you have been my God.
for trouble is near
and there is no one to help.
strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
open their mouths wide against me.
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart has turned to wax;
it has melted within me.
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death.
a pack of villains encircles me;
they piercee my hands and my feet.
people stare and gloat over me.
and cast lots for my garment.
You are my strength; come quickly to help me.
my precious life from the power of the dogs.
save me from the horns of the wild oxen.
in the assembly I will praise you.
All you descendants of Jacob, honor him!
Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!
the suffering of the afflicted one;
he has not hidden his face from him
but has listened to his cry for help.
before those who fear youf I will fulfill my vows.
those who seek the Lord will praise him —
may your hearts live forever!
will remember and turn to the Lord,
and all the families of the nations
will bow down before him,
and he rules over the nations.
all who go down to the dust will kneel before him —
those who cannot keep themselves alive.
future generations will be told about the Lord.
declaring to a people yet unborn:
He has done it!