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1 My God, my God, why hast thou for­sak­en me? why art thou so far from help­ing me, and from the words of my roar­ing?
2 O my God, I cry in the day­time, but thou hear­est not; and in the night sea­son, and am not silent.
3 But thou art holy, O thou that in­hab­itest the prais­es of Is­rael.
4 Our fa­thers trust­ed in thee: they trust­ed, and thou didst de­liv­er them.
5 They cried unto thee, and were de­liv­ered: they trust­ed in thee, and were not con­found­ed.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a re­proach of men, and de­spised of the peo­ple.
7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
8 He trust­ed on the LORD that he would de­liv­er him: let him de­liv­er him, see­ing he de­light­ed in him.
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's bel­ly.
11 Be not far from me; for trou­ble is near; for there is none to help.
12 Many bulls have com­passed me: strong bulls of Bashan have be­set me round.
13 They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a raven­ing and a roar­ing li­on.
14 I am poured out like wa­ter, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melt­ed in the midst of my bow­els.
15 My strength is dried up like a pot­sherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 For dogs have com­passed me: the as­sem­bly of the wicked have in­closed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
18 They part my gar­ments among them, and cast lots upon my ves­ture.
19 But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
20 De­liv­er my soul from the sword; my dar­ling from the pow­er of the dog.
21 Save me from the lion's mouth: for thou hast heard me from the horns of the uni­corns.
22 I will de­clare thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the con­gre­ga­tion will I praise thee.
23 Ye that fear the LORD, praise him; all ye the seed of Ja­cob, glo­ri­fy him; and fear him, all ye the seed of Is­rael.
24 For he hath not de­spised nor ab­horred the af­flic­tion of the af­flict­ed; nei­ther hath he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto him, he heard.
25 My praise shall be of thee in the great con­gre­ga­tion: I will pay my vows be­fore them that fear him.
26 The meek shall eat and be sat­is­fied: they shall praise the LORD that seek him: your heart shall live for ev­er.
27 All the ends of the world shall re­mem­ber and turn unto the LORD: and all the kin­dreds of the na­tions shall wor­ship be­fore thee.
28 For the king­dom is the LORD'S: and he is the gov­er­nor among the na­tions.
29 All they that be fat upon earth shall eat and wor­ship: all they that go down to the dust shall bow be­fore him: and none can keep alive his own soul.
30 A seed shall serve him; it shall be ac­count­ed to the Lord for a gen­er­a­tion.
31 They shall come, and shall de­clare his righ­teous­ness unto a peo­ple that shall be born, that he hath done this.