To the Overseer, on 'The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.

And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.

For He hath not despised, nor abominated, The affliction of the afflicted, Nor hath He hidden His face from him, And in his crying unto Him He heareth.

And they enlarge against me their mouth, They said, 'Aha, aha, our eye hath seen.'

Thou hast seen, O Jehovah, Be not silent, O Lord -- be not far from me,