BSB(i)
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my words of groaning?
2 I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest.
3 Yet You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.