1 To the chief music-maker on Aijeleth-hash-shahar. A Psalm. Of David.
2 My God, my God, why are you turned away from me? why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my crying?
3 O my God, I make my cry in the day, and you give no answer; and in the night, and have no rest.
4 But you are holy, O you who are seated among the praises of Israel.
5 Our fathers had faith in you: they had faith and you were their saviour.
6 They sent up their cry to you and were made free: they put their faith in you and were not put to shame.
7 But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.
