For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You …

I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest.

Yet You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.

In You our fathers trusted; they trusted and You delivered them.

They cried out to You and were set free; they trusted in You and were not disappointed.

All who see me mock me; they sneer and shake their heads:

“He trusts in the LORD, let the LORD deliver him; let the LORD rescue him, since He delights in him.”

Yet You brought me forth from the womb; You made me secure at my mother’s breast.

From birth I was cast upon You; from my mother’s womb You have been my God.

Be not far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.

Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.

They open their jaws against me like lions that roar and maul.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.

I can count all my bones; they stare and gloat over me.

They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.

Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of wild dogs.

Save me from the mouth of the lion; at the horns of the wild oxen You have answered me!

in You, my God, I trust. Do not let me be put to shame; do not let my enemies exult over me.

Turn to me and be gracious, for I am lonely and afflicted.

The troubles of my heart increase; free me from my distress.

Consider my affliction and trouble, and take away all my sins.

Consider my enemies, for they are many, and they hate me with vicious hatred.

Redeem Israel, O God, from all its distress.

For in the day of trouble He will hide me in His shelter; He will conceal me under the cover of His tent; …