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A Psalm for Suffering

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Why are you so far from saving me,

so far from the words of my groaning?

O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,

by night, and am not silent.

…Yet you brought me out of the womb;

you made me trust in you

even at my mother’s breast.

From birth I was cast upon you;

from my mother’s womb you have been my God.

Do not be far from me,

for trouble is near

and there is no one to help.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint.

My heart has turned to wax;

it has melted away within me.

My strength is dried up like potsherd,

and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;

you lay me in the dust of death.

…O my Strength, come quickly to help me.

Deliver my life from the sword,

my precious life from the power of the dogs.

Rescue me…