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To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.
1 My God, my God, wherefore hast thou forsaken me? and why, art thou so far from helping me, from the words of my cry? 2 O my God, I do cry by day, but me thou dost not hear; and eke by night, and unto me no quiet rest is there.
3 Nevertheless thou holy art, who constantly dost dwell, within the thankful praises of thy people Israel. 4 Our forefathers in thee have put assured confidence: they trusted have, and thou to them didst give deliverance.
5 Unto thee they did cry aloud, and were delivered: in thee they put their confidence, and were not confounded. 6 But I a worm, and not a man; of men an opprobry, and also of the people am despis’d contemptuously.
7 All they that do upon me look, a scoff at me do make: they with the lip do make a mow, the head in scorn they shake, 8 Upon the Lord he roll’d himself, let him now rid him quite: let him deliver him, because in him he doth delight.
9 But thou art he that me out of the belly forth didst take: when I was on my mother’s breasts, to hope thou didst me make. 10 Unto thee from the tender womb committed been have I: yea thou hast been my mighty God from my mother’s belly.
11 Be thou not far away from me, for tribulation exceeding great is near at hand, for helper there is none. 12 Me many bulls on every side about have compassed: the mighty bulls of Bashan have me round environed.
13 They have with their wide open’d mouths so gaped me upon; like as it were a ravening and a roaring lion. 14 As water I am poured out, and all my bones sunder’d: my heart in midst of my bowels, is like to wax melted.
15 My strength like a potsherd is dry’d; and my tongue fast cleaveth unto my jaws, and thou hast brought me to the dust of death. 16 For dogs have compass’d me about; th’ assembly me beset of the wicked; they pierced through my hands, also my feet.
17 My bones I may them number all: they look’d, they did me view. 18 My clothes among them they did part: and lot for my coat threw. 19 But thou, Lord, be not far, my strength, to help me hasten thou. 20 My soul from sword, my darling from the pow’r of dogs rescue.
21 And from the mouth of the lion give me salvation free: for thou from horns of unicorns answer hast given me. 22 Thy name, I will declare to them that brethren are to me: in midst of congregation I will give praise to thee.
23 Ye that do fear the Lord praise him, all Jacob’s seed praise ye, him glorify, and dread him all ye Isr’el’s seed that be. 24 For he the poor’s affliction loathes not, nor doth despise; nor hides his face from him, but hears when unto him he cries.
25 Concerning thee shall be my praise in the great assembly: before them that him reverence perform my vows will I. 26 The meek shall eat and be suffic’d: Jehovah praise shall they that do him seek: your heart shall live unto perpetual aye.
27 All ends of th’ earth remember shall and turn unto the Lord: and thee all heathen families to worship shall accord. 28 Because unto Jehovah doth the kingdom appertain: and he among the nations is ruler sovereign.
29 Earth’s fat ones, eat and worship shall: all who to dust descend, though none can make alive his soul before his face shall bend. 30 With service a posterity him shall attend upon; to God it shall accounted be a generation.
31 Come shall they, and his righteousness by them declar’d shall be, unto a people yet unborn, that done this thing hath he.