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? 2O my God, I crie in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.3But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel! 4Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliuer them.