
Day IV : 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. 
