_David complaineth in great discouragement.—He prayeth in great
distress.—He praiseth God._
To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? _why art thou so_ far from
helping me, _and from_ the words of my roaring?
O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not; and in the
night-season, and am not silent.
But thou _art_ holy, O _thou_ that inhabitest the praises of Israel.
Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver
them.
They cried unto thee, and were delivered; they trusted in thee, and
were not confounded.
But I _am_ a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the
people.
All they that see me laugh me to scorn; they shoot out the lip, they
shake the head, _saying_,
He trusted on the LORD _that_ he would deliver him; let him deliver
him, seeing he delighted in him.
But thou _art_ he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me
hope _when I was_ upon my mother’s breasts.
I was cast upon thee from the womb; thou _art_ my God from my mother’s
belly.
Be not far from me, for trouble _is_ near; for _there_ is none to
help.
Many bulls have compassed me: strong _bulls_ of Bashan have beset me
round.
They gaped upon me _with_ their mouths, _as_ a ravening and a roaring
lion.
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.
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.
For dogs have compassed me; the assembly of the wicked have inclosed
me: they pierced my hands and my feet.