{To the Chanter, upon Aijeleth of the dawning, a Psalm of David} My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me, and art so far from my health and from the words of my complaint?

O praise the LORD, ye that fear him! Magnify him, all ye seed of Jacob, and fear him, all ye seed of Israel.

For he hath not despised nor abhorred the low estate of the poor: he hath not hid his face from him, but when he called unto him, he heard him.

They shall come, and declare his righteousness unto a people that shall be born, whom the LORD hath made.

The poor shall eat, and be satisfied: they that seek after the LORD shall praise him. Your heart shall live for ever.

My seed shall serve him; they shall be counted unto the LORD for a generation.

My praise is of thee in the great congregation; my vows will I perform in the sight of them that fear him.

All the ends of the world shall remember themselves, and be turned unto the LORD: and all the kindreds of the people shall worship before him.

For many dogs are come about me, the counsel of the wicked layeth siege against me.

For the kingdom is the LORD's, and he is the governour among the people.

They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.

I will declare thy name unto my brethren; in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.

But as for me, I am a worm and no man: a very scorn of men and the outcast of the people.

All they that see me, laugh me to scorn: they shoot out their lips, and shake their heads.

And thou continuest holy, O thou worship of Israel.

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting wax.

But thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb; thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother's breasts.

All such as be fat upon earth have eaten and worshipped. All they that go down into the dust shall kneel before him; and no man hath quickened his own soul.

They pierced my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones. They stand staring and looking upon me.

I have been left unto thee ever since I was born; thou art my God, even from my mother's womb.

Many oxen are come about me; fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side.

But be not thou far from me, O LORD; thou art my succor. Haste thee to help me.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my gums, and thou shalt bring me into the dust of death.

Save me from the lion's mouth, and hear me from among the horns of the unicorns.

Our fathers hoped in thee; they trusted in thee, and thou didst deliver them.

"He trusted in the LORD, that he would deliver him; let him deliver him, if he will have him."

O go not far from me then, for trouble is hard at hand, and here is none to help me.

They called upon thee, and were helped: they put their trust in thee, and were not confounded.

They gape upon me with their mouths, as it were a rampaging and a roaring lion.

Deliver my soul from the sword, my darling from the power of the dog.