My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

You who fear Yahweh, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, glorify him! Stand in awe of him, all you descendants of Israel!

For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, Neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.

They shall come and shall declare his righteousness to a people that shall be born, for he has done it. A Psalm by David.

The humble shall eat and be satisfied. They shall praise Yahweh who seek after him. Let your hearts live forever.

Posterity shall serve him. Future generations shall be told about the Lord.

Of you comes my praise in the great assembly. I will pay my vows before those who fear him.

All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to Yahweh. All the relatives of the nations shall worship before you.

For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.

For the kingdom is Yahweh's. He is the ruler over the nations.

They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.

I will declare your name to my brothers. In the midst of the assembly, I will praise you.

But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.

All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,

But you are holy, you who inhabit the praises of Israel.

My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; in the night season, and am not silent.

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.

But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.

All the rich ones of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him, even he who can't keep his soul alive.

I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.

I was thrown on you from my mother's womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.

Many bulls have surrounded me. Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.

But don't be far off, Yahweh. You are my help: hurry to help me.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

Save me from the lion's mouth! Yes, from the horns of the wild oxen, you have answered me.

Our fathers trusted in you. They trusted, and you delivered them.

"He trusts in Yahweh; let him deliver him. Let him rescue him, since he delights in him."

Don't be far from me, for trouble is near. For there is none to help.

They cried to you, and were delivered. They trusted in you, and were not disappointed.

They open their mouths wide against me, lions tearing prey and roaring.

Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.