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1 For the end, concerning the morning aid, a Psalm of David.
2 O God, my God, attend to me: why hast thou forsaken me?
The account of my transgressions is far from my salvation.
3 O my God, I will cry to thee by day, but thou wilt not hear:
And by night, and it shall not be accounted for folly to me.
4 But thou, the praise of Israel, dwellest in a sanctuary.
5 Our fathers hoped in thee;
They hoped, and thou didst deliver them.
6 They cried to thee, and were saved:
They hoped in thee, and were not ashamed.
7 But I am a worm, and not a man;
A reproach of men, and scorn of the people.
8 All that saw me mocked me:
They spoke with their lips, they shook the head, saying,
9 He hoped in the Lord: let him deliver him,
Let him save him, because he takes pleasure in him.
10 For thou art he that drew me out of the womb;
My hope from my mother’s breasts.
11 I was cast on thee from the womb:
Thou art my God from my mother’s belly.
12 Stand not aloof from me; for affliction is near;
For there is no helper.
13 Many bullocks have compassed me:
Fat bulls have beset me round.
14 They have opened their mouth against me,
As a ravening and roaring lion.
15 I am poured out like water,
And all my bones are loosened:
My heart in the midst of my belly is become like melting wax.
16 My strength is dried up like a potsherd;
And my tongue is glued to my throat;
And thou hast brought me down to the dust of death.
17 For many dogs have compassed me:
The assembly of the wicked doers has beset me round:
They pierced my hands and my feet.
18 They counted all my bones;
And they observed and looked upon me.
19 They parted my garments among themselves,
And cast lots upon my raiment.
20 But thou, O Lord, remove not my help afar off:
Be ready for mine aid.
21 Deliver my soul from the sword;
My only begotten one from the power of the dog.
22 Save me from the lion’s mouth;
And regard my lowliness from the horns of the unicorns.
23 I will declare thy name to my brethren:
In the midst of the church will I sing praise to thee.
24 Ye that fear the Lord, praise him;
All ye seed of Jacob, glorify him:
Let all the seed of Israel fear him.
25 For he has not despised nor been angry at the supplication of the poor;
Nor turned away his face from me;
But when I cried to him, he heard me.
26 My praise is of thee in the great congregation:
I will pay my vows before them that fear him.
27 The poor shall eat and be satisfied;
And they shall praise the Lord that seek him:
Their heart shall live forever.
28 All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to the Lord:
And all the kindred of the nations shall worship before him.
29 For the kingdom is the Lord’s;
And he is the governor of the nations.
30 All the fat ones of the earth have eaten and worshiped:
All that go down to the earth shall fall down before him:
My soul also lives to him.
31 And my seed shall serve him:
The generation that is coming shall be reported to the Lord.
32 And they shall report his righteousness
To the people that shall be born, whom the Lord has made.