1To the overcomer, for the morrow-tide hind, the psalm of David. God, my God, behold thou on me, why hast thou forsaken me? the words of my trespasses be far from mine health.
2My God, I shall cry by day, and thou shalt not hear; and by night, and not to unwisdom to me.
3Forsooth thou, the praising of Israel, dwellest in holiness;
4our fathers hoped in thee; they hoped, and thou deliveredest them.
5They cried to thee, and they were made safe; they hoped in thee, and they were not shamed.