For the choir director; upon Aijeleth Hashshahar. A Psalm of David.
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?
Far from my deliverance are the words of my groaning.

Saying, “God has forsaken him;
Pursue and seize him, for there is no one to deliver.”

And those who know Your name will put their trust in You,
For You, O Lord, have not forsaken those who seek You.

I have been young and now I am old,
Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken
Or his descendants begging bread.

For my father and my mother have forsaken me,
But the Lord will take me up.

Forsaken among the dead,
Like the slain who lie in the grave,
Whom You remember no more,
And they are cut off from Your hand.

Do not forsake me, O Lord;
O my God, do not be far from me!

Do not hide Your face from me,
Do not turn Your servant away in anger;
You have been my help;
Do not abandon me nor forsake me,
O God of my salvation!

And even when I am old and gray, O God, do not forsake me,
Until I declare Your strength to this generation,
Your power to all who are to come.