1 My God, my God,
O why have you forsaken me?
O why are you so far from giving help
and from my groaning cry?
By day and night, my God, I call;
your answer still delays.
And yet you are the Holy One
who dwells in Israel's praise.
2 Our fathers put their trust in yu;
from you their rescue came.
They begged you and you set them free;
they were not put to shame.
But as for me, I am a worm
and not a man at all.
To men I am despised and base;
their scornings on me fall.
3 All those who look at me will laugh
and cast reproach at me.
Their mouths they open wide;
they wag their heads in mockery:
The Lord was his reliance once;
now see what God will send.
Yes, let God rise and set him free,
this man that was his friend.
4 You took me from my mother's womb
to safety at the breat.
Since birth when I was cast on you,
in you, my God, I rest.
When I proclaim my praise of you,
then all the church will hear,
and I will pay my vows in full
where men hold him in fear.