ECB(i)
1 To His Eminence; On the Hind of the Dawn: A Psalm by David. My El, my El, why forsake you me? - so far from my salvation and from the words of my roaring?
2 O my Elohim, I call by day, and you answer not; and by night, and am not silent.
3 And you are holy - you who settles in the halals of Yisra El.
4 Our fathers confided in you - they confided and you slipped them away:
5 they cried to you and escaped; they confided in you and shamed not.
6 I am but a maggot - not a man; a reproach of humanity despised of the people.
7 All who see me deride me; they bust out the lip, they shake the head,
8 saying, Roll on Yah Veh! He rescues him! He slips him away, seeing he delights in him!
9 For you are he who gushed me from the belly; to confide in you at the breasts of my mother.
10 I was cast on you from the womb; you are my El from the belly of my mother.
11 Be not far from me; for tribulation is near: for there is no helper.
12 Many bullocks surround me; the mighty of Bashan surround me:
13 they gape on me with their mouths as a tearing and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured as water and all my bones separate; my heart is as wax melted midst my inwards;
15 my force is dried as a potsherd; my tongue adheres to my prey; you set me into the dust of death.
16 For dogs surround me; the witness of vilifiers surround me: my hands and my feet as a lion.
17 I scribe all my bones; they look and see me;
18 they allot my clothes among them and toss pebbles for my robe.
19 And you, O Yah Veh, be not far from me; O my might, hasten to help me:
20 rescue my soul from the sword; my only from the hand of the dog:
21 save me from the mouth of the lion; from the horns of the reems, answer me.