My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
And why so far from my help and from my groaning voice?
O my God, I cry by day but hear no answer, And by night but find no relief.
Yet you are holy and throned on Israel's songs and praise.
In you our fathers had faith and you delivered them.
Unto you our fathers cried and were delivered, And their trust you did not
disappoint.
Like a worm and a man I am despised and scorned, And all who see me make mockery
and wag their heads.
He's committed to the Lord, let him deliver, Let him save, since he delights
in him.
From the womb you gave shelter on my mother's breast, And since my mother bore
me you've always been my God.
Be not far away, for trouble is upon me, And there is not even one to help.
And just like wax my heart melts away within my breast, I'm so dry that to my
jaws my tongue is clinging, As you lay with me in the dust of death.
And just like dogs all these evil men encircle me, They pierce my hands and my
feet, I can count all my bones.
As they stare at me and gloat they take my garments And cast lots to see who'll get
my clothes.
Yet I will tell of your name to my brethren, And I will praise you in the
great congregation.
The ends of the earth will remember, And all the nations will turn to the Lord.