Deus, Deus meus
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me,*
and are so far from my cry, and from the words of my complaint?
2 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not hear;*
in the night season also, but I find no rest.
3 But you remain holy,*
enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
4 Our fathers hoped in you;*
they trusted in you, and you delivered them.
5 They called upon you, and were delivered;*
they put their trust in you, and were not confounded.
6 But as for me, I am a worm, and no man,*
scorned by all, and the outcast of the people.
7 All those who see me laugh me to scorn;*
they curl their lips, and shake their heads, saying,
8 "He trusted in God, that he would deliver him;*
let him deliver him, if he will have him."
9 But you are he that took me out of my mother's womb;*
you were my hope, when I was yet upon my mother's breasts.
10 I have been cast upon you ever since I was born;*
you are my God, even from my mother's womb.
11 O go not far from me, for trouble is near at hand,*
and there is none to help me.
12 Many oxen have come around me;*
fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side.
13 They gape at me with their mouths,*
like a ravening and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint;*
my heart also in the midst of my body is like melting wax.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my gums,*
and you bring me into the dust of death.
16 For many dogs have come about me,*
and the council of the wicked lays siege against me.
17 They pierced my hands and my feet; I can count all my bones;*
they stand staring and looking upon me.
18 They part my garments among them,*
and casts lots for my clothing.
19 But be not far from me, O Lord.*
You are my succor; hasten to help me.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword,*
my life from the power of the dog.
21 Save me from the lion's mouth,*
and my soul in misery from among the horns of wild oxen.
22 I will declare your Name to my brethren;*
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.
23 O praise the Lord, you that fear him;*
magnify him, all you seed of Jacob, and fear him, all you seed of Israel.
24 For he has not despised nor abhorred the low estate of the poor;*
he has not hidden his face from him, but when he called unto him, he heard him.
25 My praise is of you in the great congregation;*
my vows will I perform in the sight of those who fear him.
26 The poor shall eat and be satisfied;*
those who seek after the Lord shall praise him; may your hearts live for ever.
27 All the ends of the world shall remember, and be turned unto the Lord,*
and all the families of the nations shall worship before him.
28 For the kingdom is the Lord's,*
and he is the Governor among the peoples.
29 All those who sleep in the earth, how shall they worship him?*
All those who go down into the dust, how shall they kneel before him?
30 But my life shall be preserved in his sight, and my children shall worship him;*
they shall tell of the Lord to the generations to come;
31 And to a people yet unborn shall they declare his righteousness,*
that he has brought it to pass.
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