Day 4 : Evening Prayer

22 - Deus, Deus meus

1  My God, my God, why have you forsaken me, *
and are so far from my cry, and from the words 
of my complaint?
2  O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not hear; *
in the night season also, but I find no rest.
3  But you remain holy, *
enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
4  Our fathers hoped in you; *
they trusted in you, and you delivered them.
5  They called upon you, and were delivered; *
they put their trust in you, and were not confounded.
6  But as for me, I am a worm, and no man, *
scorned by all, and the outcast of the people.
7  All those who see me laugh me to scorn; *
they curl their lips, and shake their heads, saying,

8  “He trusted in God, that he would deliver him; *
let him deliver him, if he will have him.”
9  But you are he that took me out of my mother’s womb; *
you were my hope, when I was yet upon my mother’s breasts.
10  I have been cast upon you ever since I was born; *
you are my God, even from my mother’s womb.
11  O go not far from me, for trouble is near at hand, *
and there is none to help me.
12  Many oxen have come around me; *
fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side.
13  They gape at me with their mouths, *
like a ravening and a roaring lion.
14  I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; *
my heart also in the midst of my body is like melting wax.
15  My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue
  cleaves to my gums, *
and you bring me into the dust of death.
16  For many dogs have come about me, *
and the council of the wicked lays siege against me.
17  They pierced my hands and my feet; I can count all my bones; *
they stand staring and looking upon me.
18  They part my garments among them, *
and casts lots for my clothing.
19  But be not far from me, O Lord. *
You are my succor; hasten to help me.
20  Deliver my soul from the sword, *
my life from the power of the dog.
21  Save me from the lion’s mouth, *
and my soul in misery from among the horns of wild oxen.
22  I will declare your Name to my brethren; *
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.

23  O praise the Lord, you that fear him; *
magnify him, all you seed of Jacob, and fear him, all 
you seed of Israel.
24  For he has not despised nor abhorred the low estate
  of the poor; *
he has not hidden his face from him, but when he called 
unto him, he heard him.
25  My praise is of you in the great congregation; *
my vows will I perform in the sight of those who fear him.
26  The poor shall eat and be satisfied; *
those who seek after the Lord shall praise him; may your
hearts live for ever.
27  All the ends of the world shall remember, and be turned
  unto the Lord, *
and all the families of the nations shall worship before him.
28  For the kingdom is the Lord’s, *
and he is the Governor among the peoples.
29  All those who sleep in the earth, how shall they worship him? *
All those who go down into the dust, how shall they 
kneel before him?
30  But my life shall be preserved in his sight, and my children
  shall worship him; *
they shall tell of the Lord to the generations to come;
31  And to a people yet unborn shall they declare
  his righteousness, *
that he has brought it to pass.