My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, so far from the words of my groaning?
O my God, I cry by day but you do not answer, and by night, but I find no rest.
In you, our ancestors trusted. They trusted and you delivered them.
It was you who brought me from the womb,
you who kept me safe on my mother’s breast.
Since my mother bore me, you have been my God. Do not be far from me,
for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
God does not despise the affliction of the afflicted. God does not hide from me. When I cry to God, God hears me. Thanks be to God.