My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, From the words of my groaning?
O my God, I call out in the day, but You do not answer; And in the night, but there is no rest for me.
But You are holy, You who sit enthroned Upon the praises of Israel.
In You our fathers trusted; They trusted and You rescued them.
To You they cried out and were delivered; In You they trusted and were not put to shame.
But I am a worm and not a man, A reproach of men and one despised by the people.
All who see me deride me; They sneer at me; they shake their heads, saying,
He committed himself to Jehovah; let Him rescue him; Let Him deliver him since He takes pleasure in him.
But You are the One who drew me forth from the womb, Who made me trust while at my mother's breasts.
I was cast upon You from birth; From my mother's womb You have been my God.
Do not be far from me, For trouble is near, For there is none to help me.
Many bulls surround me; The mighty bulls of Bashan encompass me.
They open their mouth at me, Like a ravening and roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
My strength is dried up like a shard, And my tongue is stuck to my jaws; You have put me in the dust of death.