Psalms

¹ For the director of music. To the tune of “The Doe of the Morning.” A psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning?

² by night, and am not silent.

³ you are the praise of Israel.

⁴ they trusted and you delivered them.

⁵ in you they trusted and were not disappointed.

⁶ scorned by men and despised by the people.

⁷ they hurl insults, shaking their heads:

⁸ let the Lord rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him.”

⁹ you made me trust in you even at my mother’s breast.

¹⁰ from my mother’s womb you have been my God.

¹¹ for trouble is near and there is no one to help.

¹² strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.

¹³ open their mouths wide against me.

¹⁴ and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me.

¹⁵ and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.

¹⁶ a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ people stare and gloat over me.

¹⁸ and cast lots for my clothing.

¹⁹ O my Strength, come quickly to help me.

²⁰ my precious life from the power of the dogs.

²¹ save me from the horns of the wild oxen.

²² in the congregation I will praise you.

²³ All you descendants of Jacob, honor him! Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!

²⁴ the suffering of the afflicted one; he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help.

²⁵ before those who fear you will I fulfill my vows.

²⁶ they who seek the Lord will praise him— may your hearts live forever!

²⁷ will remember and turn to the Lord, and all the families of the nations will bow down before him,

²⁸ and he rules over the nations.

²⁹ all who go down to the dust will kneel before him— those who cannot keep themselves alive.

³⁰ future generations will be told about the Lord.

³¹ to a people yet unborn— for he has done it.