To the Chief Musician. Set to [a]“The Deer of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David.
1 My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?
Why are You so far from helping Me,
And from the words of My groaning?
And in the night season, and am not silent.
Enthroned in the praises of Israel.
They trusted, and You delivered them.
They trusted in You, and were not ashamed.
A reproach of men, and despised by the people.
They [b]shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
Let Him deliver Him, since He delights in Him!”
You made Me trust while on My mother’s breasts.
From My mother’s womb
You have been My God.
For trouble is near;
For there is none to help.
Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled Me.
Like a raging and roaring lion.
And all My bones are out of joint;
My heart is like wax;
It has melted [e]within Me.
And My tongue clings to My jaws;
You have brought Me to the dust of death.
The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me.
They[f] pierced My hands and My feet;
They look and stare at Me.
And for My clothing they cast lots.
O My Strength, hasten to help Me!
My[g] precious life from the power of the dog.
And from the horns of the wild oxen!
You have answered Me.
In the midst of the assembly I will praise You.
All you [h]descendants of Jacob, glorify Him,
And fear Him, all you offspring of Israel!
Nor has He hidden His face from Him;
But when He cried to Him, He heard.
I will pay My vows before those who fear Him.
Those who seek Him will praise the Lord.
Let your heart live forever!
Shall remember and turn to the Lord,
And all the families of the [i]nations
Shall worship before [j]You.
And He rules over the nations.
Shall eat and worship;
All those who go down to [k]the dust
Shall bow before Him,
Even he who cannot keep himself alive.
It will be recounted of the Lord to the next generation,
That He has done this.