My GOD, my GOD, why hast thou forsaken me? Far from saving me, The words of my loud lamentation?

Ye that revere Yahweh, praise him, All ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him, And, stand in awe of him, all ye seed of Israel.

For he hath not despised nor abhorred the humbling of the patient one, neither hath he hid his face from him, but, when he cried for help unto him, he heard.

That his righteousness may be declared to a people to be born, That he wrought with effect!

The patient wronged-ones shall eat and be satisfied, They shall praise Yahweh, who are seekers of him, Let your heart live for aye.

My seed, shall serve him, It shall he recounted, of the Lord, to a generation that shall come:

Of thee, is my praise in the great convocation, My vows, will I pay, before them who revere him.

All the ends of the earth, will remember and turn to Yahweh, Yea all the families of the nations, will bow themselves down before thee,

For dogs have surrounded me, - An assembly of evil doers, have encircled me, They have pierced my hands and my feet,

For, to Yahweh, belongeth the kingdom, And One to Rule over the nations.

They part my garments among them, and, for my vestment, they cast lots.

I will declare thy Name unto my brethren, - In the midst of the convocation, will I praise thee.

But, I, am a worm and no one, a reproach of men, and despised of a people;

All that see me, laugh at me, - They open wide the mouth, They shake the head: -

But, thou, art holy, Who inhabitest the praises of Israel.

My God! I keep crying - By day, and thou dost not answer, and, By night, and there is no rest for me.

Like water, am I poured out, and, put out of joint, are all my bones, - My heart, hath become, like wax, it is melted in the midst of my body;

For, thou, art he that severed me from the womb, he that caused me to trust, upon the breasts of my mother;

All the great ones of the earth, shall eat and bow down, Before him shall kneel, all that go down to the dust, Even he who had not kept alive, his own soul!

I may tell all my bones, They, look for - they behold me!

Upon thee, was I cast from the time I was born, From the womb of my mother, my GOD, hast thou been.

Many bulls have surrounded me, Strong oxen of Bashan, have enclosed me;

But, thou, O Yahweh, be not far off, O my help! to aid me, make haste;

Dried as a potsherd, is my strength, And, my tongue, is made to cleave to my gums, And, in the dust of death, wilt thou lay me.

Save me from the mouth of the lion, - Yea, from the horns of wild beasts, hast thou delivered me.

In thee, trusted our fathers, They trusted, and thou didst deliver them;

He should trust in Yahweh - let him deliver him, - Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.

Be not far from me, for, distress, is near, For there is none to help.

Unto thee, made they outcry, and escaped, In thee, they trusted, and had not turned pale.

They have opened wide against me their mouth, A lion rending and roaring.

Rescue, from the sword, my life, from the power of the dog, my solitary self: