My God, my God, wherefore is it

Verse 1

My God, my God, wherefore is it thou hast forsaken me? Why from my help so far, and from my cry of agony?

Verse 2

All day, my God to thee I cry, yet am not heard by thee; and in the season of the night I cannot silent be.

Verse 3

But thou art holy, thou that dost inhabit Israel's praise.

Verse 4

Our Fathers hoped in thee, they hoped, and thou didst them release.

Verse 5

When unto thee they sent their cry, to them deliverance came: because they put their trust in thee, they were not put to shame.

Verse 6

But as for me, a worm I am, and as no man am prized; reproach of men I am, and by the people am despised.

Verse 7

All 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.

Verse 8

He trusted in the Lord, that he would free him by his might; let him deliver him, since he had in him such delight.

Verse 9

But thou art he out of the womb that didst me safely take, when I was on my mother's breasts, thou me to trust didst make.

Verse 10

And I was cast upon thy care, even from my birth till now; and from my mother's womb my God and my support art thou.

Verse 11

Be not far off, for trouble's near, and none to help is found.

Verse 12

Bulls many compass me, strong bulls or Bashan me surround.

Verse 13

Their mouths they opened wide on me, upon me gape did they, like to a lion ravening and roaring for his prey.

Verse 14

Like water I'm poured out, my bones all out of joint do part: amidst my bowels, as the saw, so melting is my heart.

Verse 15

My strength is like a potsherd dried; my tongue it cleaveth fast unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast.

Verse 16

For dogs have compassed me about the wicked, that did meet in their assembly, me enclosed; they pierced my hands and feet.

Verse 17

I all my bones may tell; they do upon my look and stare.

Verse 18

Upon my vesture lots they cast, my clothes among them share.

Verse 19

But be not far, O Lord, my strength; haste to give help to me.

Verse 20

From sword my soul, from power of dogs my darling, set thou free.

Verse 21

From the devouring lion's mouth my life do thou defend; to save from horns of unicorns thou dost me answer send.