1 To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' --A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
2 My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
3 And Thou [art] holy, Sitting--the Praise of Israel.
4 In Thee did our fathers trust--they trusted, And Thou dost deliver them.
5 Unto Thee they cried, and were delivered, In Thee they trusted, and were not ashamed.
6 And I [am] a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
7 All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip--shake the head,