My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from helping me and from my words of groaning? I cry by day, but You do not answer, by night I am not silent.
You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel. Our fathers trusted in You. They trusted and You rescued them. They cried unto You and were delivered. They trusted in You and were not disgraced, but I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised of the people. Everyone that sees me mocks me. They sneer and shake their heads saying: “He trusted that Jehovah would deliver him. Let Jehovah deliver him, since he takes pleasure in Him.”
You took me from the womb and made me secure while I was on my mother’s breasts. I was given over to You from birth. You have been my God from my mother’s womb. Be not far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help. Many bulls surround me, strong ones of Bashan encircle me. They open their mouths against me, as ravening and a roaring lions.
I am poured out like water and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax, melting within me. My strength is dried up like a potsherd and my tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me unto the dust of death.
Dogs have compassed me, the assembly of the wicked have enclosed me. They pierced my hands and my feet. I can count all my bones, people look and stare upon me. They parted my garments among themselves and cast