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My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? * and are so far from my cry and from the words of my distress?

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer; * by night as well, but I find no rest.

Yet you are the Holy One, * enthroned upon the praises of Israel.

Our forefathers put their trust in you; * they trusted, and you delivered them.

They cried out to you and were delivered; * they trusted in you and were not put to shame.

But as for me, I am a worm and no man, * scorned by all and despised by the people.

All who see me laugh me to scorn; * they curl their lips and wag their heads, saying,

“He trusted in the ; let him deliver him; * let him rescue him, if he delights in him.”

Yet you are he who took me out of the womb, * and kept me safe upon my mother’s breast.

I have been entrusted to you ever since I was born; * you were my God when I was still in my mother’s womb.

Be not far from me, for trouble is near, * and there is none to help.