MY GOD, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME

Help me, my God,

Why have you forsaken me?

Why are you so far from my cry?

Pierced are my hands,

They dug holes in my feet,

Wicked ones have numbered my bones.

My God, why have you forsaken me?

You are far from the cry of my distress.

I call by day and you give no reply,

I call by night and find no peace.

But I am a worm and no man,

The butt of all, laughing-stock of the people.

All who see me deride me,

They curl their lips, they toss their heads;

“He trusted in the Lord, let him save him

Let him release him if this is his friend.”

I can count every one of my bones.

These people stare at me and gloat;

They divide my clothing among them.

They cast lots for my robe.

O Lord, do not leave me alone,

My strength, make haste to help me.

Rescue my soul from the sword,

My life from the grip of these dogs.

Save my life from the jaws of these lions,

My poor soul from the horns of the oxen.