Why Have You Forsaken Me? (Listen)

To the choirmaster: according to The Doe of the Dawn. A Psalm of David.

  My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
    Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning?
  O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer,
    and by night, but I find no rest.
  Yet you are holy,
    enthroned on the praises of Israel.
  In you our fathers trusted;
    they trusted, and you delivered them.
  To you they cried and were rescued;
    in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
  But I am a worm and not a man,
    scorned by mankind and despised by the people.
  All who see me mock me;
    they make mouths at me; they wag their heads;
  “He trusts in the LORD; let him deliver him;
    let him rescue him, for he delights in him!”
  Yet you are he who took me from the womb;
    you made me trust you at my mother’s breasts.

(ESV)

  I am poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint;
  my heart is like wax;
    it is melted within my breast;
  my strength is dried up like a potsherd,
    and my tongue sticks to my jaws;
    you lay me in the dust of death.
  For dogs encompass me;
    a company of evildoers encircles me;
  they have pierced my hands and feet—
  I can count all my bones—
  they stare and gloat over me;
  they divide my garments among them,
    and for my clothing they cast lots.
  But you, O LORD, do not be far off!
    O you my help, come quickly to my aid!

(ESV)