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1  My God, my God, look upon me; why hast thou forsaken me *
 and art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint?
2  O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not *
 and in the night-season also I take no rest.
3  And thou continuest holy *
 O thou worship of Israel.
4  Our fathers hoped in thee *
 they trusted in thee, and thou didst deliver them.
5  They called upon thee, and were holpen *
 they put their trust in thee, and were not confounded.
6  But as for me, I am a worm, and no man *
 a very scorn of men, and the out-cast of the people.
7  All they that see me laugh me to scorn *
 they shoot out their lips, and shake their heads, saying,
8  He trusted in God, that he would deliver him *
 let him deliver him, if he will have him.
9  But thou art he that took me out of my mother’s womb *
 thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother’s breasts.
10  I have been left unto thee ever since I was born *
 thou art my God even from my mother’s womb.
11  O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand *
 and there is none to help me.
12  Many oxen are come about me *
 fat bulls of Basan close me in on every side.
13  They gape upon me with their mouths *
 as it were a ramping and a roaring lion.
14  I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint *
 my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting wax.
15  My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my gums *
 and thou shalt bring me into the dust of death.
16  For many dogs are come about me *
 and the council of the wicked layeth siege against me.
17  They pierced my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones *
 they stand staring and looking upon me.
18  They part my garments among them *
 and cast lots upon my vesture.
19  But be not thou far from me, O Lord *
 thou art my succour, haste thee to help me.
20  Deliver my soul from the sword *
 my darling from the power of the dog.
21  Save me from the lion’s mouth *
 thou hast heard me also from among the horns of the unicorns.
22  I will declare thy Name unto my brethren *
 in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.
23  O praise the Lord, ye that fear him *
 magnify him, all ye of the seed of Jacob, and fear him, all ye seed of Israel;
24  For he hath not despised, nor abhorred, the low estate of the poor *
 he hath not hid his face from him, but when he called unto him he heard him.
25  My praise is of thee in the great congregation *
 my vows will I perform in the sight of them that fear him.
26  The poor shall eat, and be satisfied *
 they that seek after the Lord shall praise him; your heart shall live for ever.
27  All the ends of the world shall remember themselves, and be turned unto the Lord *
 and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before him.
28  For the kingdom is the Lord’s *
 and he is the Governor among the people.
29  All such as be fat upon earth *
 have eaten, and worshipped.
30  All they that go down into the dust shall kneel before him *
 and no man hath quickened his own soul.
31  My seed shall serve him *
 they shall be counted unto the Lord for a generation.
32  They shall come, and the heavens shall declare his righteousness *
 unto a people that shall be born, whom the Lord hath made.