1For the music director. To the tune “Doe of the Dawn.” A psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far away when I groan, asking for help?
2My God, every day I cry out to you, but you don't answer; at night too, but I get no rest.
3Yet you are holy, and the praises of Israel are your throne.
4Our forefathers trusted in you; they trusted and you rescued them.
5They cried out to you for help, and they were saved. They trusted in you and were not defeated.
6But I'm a worm, not a man, scorned and despised by everyone.
7People who see me mock me. They laugh at me and shake their heads, saying,
8“He trusts in the Lord—well then, let the Lord save him! If the Lord is such a friend, then let the Lord rescue him!”
9However, you brought me safely through birth, and led me to trust in you at my mother's breasts.
10I was entrusted to you from birth; from the time I was born you have been my God.