For the choir director: according to “The Deer of the Dawn.” A Davidic psalm.My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?
Why are You so far from my deliverance
and from my words of groaning?

You who fear Yahweh, praise Him!
All you descendants of Jacob, honor Him!
All you descendants of Israel, revere Him!

For He has not despised or detested
the torment of the afflicted.
He did not hide His face from him
but listened when he cried to Him for help.

They will come and tell a people yet to be born
about His righteousness—
what He has done.

The humble will eat and be satisfied;
those who seek the Lord will praise Him.
May your hearts live forever!

Their descendants will serve Him;
the next generation will be told about the Lord.

I will give praise in the great congregation
because of You;
I will fulfill my vows
before those who fear You.

All the ends of the earth will remember
and turn to the Lord.
All the families of the nations
will bow down before You,

For dogs have surrounded me;
a gang of evildoers has closed in on me;
they pierced my hands and my feet.

for kingship belongs to the Lord;
He rules over the nations.

They divided my garments among themselves,
and they cast lots for my clothing.

I will proclaim Your name to my brothers;
I will praise You in the congregation.

But I am a worm and not a man,
scorned by men and despised by people.

Everyone who sees me mocks me;
they sneer and shake their heads:

But You are holy,
enthroned on the praises of Israel.

My God, I cry by day, but You do not answer,
by night, yet I have no rest.

I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are disjointed;
my heart is like wax,
melting within me.

You took me from the womb,
making me secure while at my mother’s breast.

All who prosper on earth will eat and bow down;
all those who go down to the dust
will kneel before Him—
even the one who cannot preserve his life.

I can count all my bones;
people look and stare at me.

I was given over to You at birth;
You have been my God from my mother’s womb.

Many bulls surround me;
strong ones of Bashan encircle me.

But You, Lord, don’t be far away.
My strength, come quickly to help me.

My strength is dried up like baked clay;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You put me into the dust of death.

Save me from the mouth of the lion!
You have rescued me
from the horns of the wild oxen.

Our fathers trusted in You;
they trusted, and You rescued them.

“He relies on the Lord;
let Him rescue him;
let the Lord deliver him,
since He takes pleasure in him.”

Do not be far from me, because distress is near
and there is no one to help.

They cried to You and were set free;
they trusted in You and were not disgraced.

They open their mouths against me—
lions, mauling and roaring.

Deliver my life from the sword,
my only life from the power of these dogs.