To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.
8,6,8,6
1My God, my God, why hast thou me forsaken? why so far Art thou from helping me, and from my words that roaring are? |
2All day, my God, to thee I cry, yet am not heard by thee; And in the season of the night I cannot silent be. |
3But thou art holy, thou that dost inhabit Isr'el's praise. 4Our fathers hop'd in thee, they hop'd and thou didst them release. |
5When unto thee they sent their cry, to them deliv'rance came: Because they put their trust in thee, they were not put to shame. |
6But as for me, a worm I am, and as no man am priz'd: Reproach of men I am, and by the people am despis'd. |
7All that me see laugh me to scorn; shoot out the lip do they; They nod and shake their heads at me, and, mocking, thus do say, |
8This man did trust in God, that he would free him by his might: Let him deliver him, sith he had in him such delight. |
9But thou art he out of the womb that didst me safely take; When I was on my mother's breasts thou me to hope didst make. |
10And I was cast upon thy care, ev'n from the womb till now; And from my mother's belly, Lord, my God and guide art thou. |
11Be not far off, for grief is near, and none to help is found. 12Bulls many compass me, strong bulls of Bashan me surround. |
13Their mouths they open'd wide on me, upon me gape did they, Like to a lion ravening and roaring for his prey. |
14Like water I'm pour'd out, my bones all out of joint do part: Amidst my bowels, as the wax, so melted is my heart. |
15My strength is like a potsherd dry'd; my tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast. |
16For dogs have compass'd me about: the wicked, that did meet In their assembly, me inclos'd; they pierc'd my hands and feet. |
17I all my bones may tell; they do upon me look and stare. 18Upon my vesture lots they cast, and clothes among them share. |
19But be not far, O Lord, my strength; haste to give help to me. 20From sword my soul, from pow'r of dogs my darling set thou free. |
21Out of the roaring lion's mouth do thou me shield and save: For from the horns of unicorns an ear to me thou gave. |
22I will shew forth thy name unto those that my brethren are; Amidst the congregation thy praise I will declare. |
23Praise ye the Lord, who do him fear; him glorify all ye The seed of Jacob: fear him all that Isr'el's children be. |
24For he despis'd not nor abhorr'd th' afflicted's misery; Nor from him hid his face, but heard when he to him did cry. |
25Within the congregation great my praise shall be of thee; My vows before them that him fear shall be perform'd by me. |
26The meek shall eat, and shall be fill'd; they also praise shall give Unto the Lord that do him seek: your heart shall ever live. |
27All ends of th' earth remember shall, and turn the Lord unto; All kindreds of the nations to him shall homage do: |
28Because the kingdom to the Lord doth appertain as his; Likewise among the nations the Governor he is. |
29Earth's fat ones eat, and worship shall: all who to dust descend Shall bow to him; none of them can his soul from death defend. |
30A seed shall service do to him; unto the Lord it shall Be for a generation reckon'd in ages all. |
31They shall come, and they shall declare his truth and righteousness Unto a people yet unborn, and that he hath done this. |