Why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me And from the words of my roaring?
O my God, I cry in the daytime, But thou hearest not; And in the night season and am not silent. Be not far from me, for trouble is near And there is none to help.
Many bulls have compassed me; Strong bulls of Ba’-shan have beset me round.
They gape upon me with their mouths, As a ravening and roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint; My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws, And thou hast hast brought me into the dust of Death.