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To the Chief Musician. Set to 'The Deer of the Dawn.' A Psalm of David. My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? Why are You so far from helping Me, And from the words of My groaning?
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O My God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not hear; And in the night season, and am not silent.
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But You are holy, Enthroned in the praises of Israel.
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Our fathers trusted in You; They trusted, and You delivered them.
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They cried to You, and were delivered; They trusted in You, and were not ashamed.
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But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised by the people.
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All those who see Me ridicule Me; They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
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"He trusted in the Lord, let Him rescue Him; Let Him deliver Him, since He delights in Him!"
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But You are He who took Me out of the womb; You made Me trust while on My mother's breasts.
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I was cast upon You from birth. From My mother's womb You have been My God.
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Be not far from Me, For trouble is near; For there is none to help.
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Many bulls have surrounded Me; Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled Me.
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They gape at Me with their mouths, Like a raging and roaring lion.