Thomson(i)
1 For the conclusion. On the help of the morning. A Psalm by David. God, my God! attend to me! why hast thou forsaken me? have the acts of my transgressions [removed thee] far from saving me?
2 my God, shall I cry to thee by day, and thou not listen, and by night, and thou not hear me?
3 Thou indeed dwellest in a holy place; thou art the praise of Israel.
4 In thee our fathers placed their trust; they trusted and thou didst deliver them. To thee they cried and they were saved;
5 in thee they trusted and were not put to shame.
6 As for me, I am a Worm, and no man; the scorn of men and the people's contempt.
7 All that see me have laughed me to scorn; they said with their lips while they shaked their head,
8 "He trusted in the Lord, let him deliver him; let him save him, since he delighteth in him."
9 Because thou art he, who drew me forth from the womb: my hope, when at the breasts of my mother;
10 I was cast on thy care from my very birth; from my mother's womb thou art my God;
11 stand not at a distance from me; for trouble is near; for there is no helper.
12 Many bulls have encompassed me; fat bulls have beset me around.
13 Against me they have opened their mouth, like a ravening and roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are torn asunder: my heart within me is melted like wax.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my palate; thou hast indeed brought me to the dust of death.
16 Because many dogs have encompassed me, an assembly of wicked men have beset me; have pierced my hands and my feet;
17 have counted all my bones, and have stared and looked at me;
18 they have parted my garments among them, and for my vesture have cast lots;
19 Therefore, Lord, delay not thou my help, draw near to my assistance;
20 rescue my soul from the sword; this only begotten of mine from the paw of a dog.
21 Save me from the mouth of a lion, and this lowliness of mine from the unicorn's horns.