1 My God, my God, why hast thou meforsaken? why so farArt thou from helping me, and frommy words that roaring are?
2 All day, my God, to thee I cry,yet am not heard by thee;And in the season of the nightI cannot silent be.
3 But thou art holy, thou that dostinhabit Isr'el's praise.
4 Our fathers hop'd in thee, they hop'dand thou didst them release.