1 To the chiefe Musician vpon Aijeleth Shahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken mee? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
2 O my God, I crie in the day time, 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 deliuer them.
5 They cryed vnto thee, and were deliuered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
6 But I am a worme, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.
7 All they that see me, laugh me to scorne: they shoote out the lippe, they shake the head, saying,
8 He trusted on the Lord, that he would deliuer him: let him deliuer him, seeing he delighted in him.
9 But thou art hee that tooke mee out of the wombe; thou didst make me hope, when I was vpon my mothers breasts.
10 I was cast vpon thee from the wombe: thou art my God from my mothers belly.
11 Be not farre from me, for trouble is neere; for there is none to helpe.
12 Many bulles haue compassed me: strong bulles of Bashan haue beset me round.
13 They gaped vpon me with their mouthes, as a rauening and a roaring Lyon.
14 I am powred out like water, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart is like waxe, it is melted in the middest of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard: and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 For dogges haue compassed me: the assembly of the wicked haue inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feete.
17 I may tell all my bones: they looke and stare vpon me.
18 They part my garments among them, and cast lots vpon my vesture.
19 But be not thou farre from mee, O Lord; O my strength, hast thee to helpe me.
20 Deliuer my soule from the sword: my darling from the power of the dogge.
21 Saue me from the lyons mouth: for thou hast heard me from the hornes of the vnicornes.
22 I will declare thy name vnto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.
23 Yee that feare the Lord, praise him; all yee the seede of Iacob glorifie him, and feare him all yee the seede 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 vnto him, he heard.
25 My praise shalbe of thee, in the great congregation: I will pay my vowes, before them that feare him.
26 The meeke shall eate and be satisfied: they shall praise the Lord that seeke him; your heart shall liue for euer.
27 All the ends of the world shall remember, and turne vnto the Lord: and all the kinreds of the nations shall worship before thee.
28 For the kingdome is the Lords: and he is the gouernour among the nations.
29 All they that be fat vpon earth shall eate and worship: all they that goe downe to the dust shall bow before him, and none can keepe aliue his owne soule.
30 A seed shall serue him; it shalbe accounted to the Lord for a generation.
31 They shall come, and shall declare his righteousnes vnto a people that shalbe borne, that he hath done this.