Psalm
To the director; set to “The Doe of the Dawn.”* A melody of David.
22 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?+
Why are you far from saving me,
Far from my cries of anguish?+
2 My God, I keep calling by day, and you do not answer;+
And by night there is no silence on my part.
8 “He entrusted himself to Jehovah. Let Him rescue him!
Let Him save him, for he is so dear to Him!”+
9 You were the One who brought me out of the womb,+
The One who made me feel secure on my mother’s breasts.
14 I am poured out like water;
All my bones are out of joint.
15 My strength has dried up like a piece of pottery;+
My tongue sticks to my gums;+
You are bringing me down to the dust of death.+
They look on and stare at me.
19 But you, O Jehovah, do not remain far away.+
You are my strength; hurry to help me.+
My precious life* from the paws* of dogs;+
21 Save me from the mouth of the lion+ and the horns of wild bulls;
Answer and save me.
23 You who fear Jehovah, praise him!
All you offspring* of Jacob, glorify him!+
Stand in awe of him, all you offspring* of Israel.
24 For he has not despised nor loathed the suffering of the oppressed one;+
He has not hidden his face from him.+
When he cried to him for help, he heard.+
May you enjoy life* forever.
27 All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to Jehovah.
All the families of the nations will bow down before you.+
29 All the prosperous ones* of the earth will eat and will bow down;
All those going down to the dust will kneel before him;
None of them can preserve their lives.*
31 They will come and tell of his righteousness.
They will tell the people yet to be born what he has done.