Psalms 22:1
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
For the director, to the tune of 'The Doe of the Morning,' a psalm of David.
To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A alm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
To him that excelleth vpon Aiieleth Hasshahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so farre from mine health, and from the wordes of my roaring?
To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?
¶ To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [why art thou so] far from helping me, [and from] the words of my roaring?
> My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? `Why art thou so' far from helping me, `and from' the words of my groaning?
[For the Chief Musician; set to Aijeleth hash-Shahar. A Psalm of David]. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [Why art thou so] far from helping me, [and from] the words of my groaning?
<To the chief music-maker on Aijeleth-hash-shahar. A Psalm. Of David.> My God, my God, why are you turned away from me? why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my crying?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
For the music director; according to the tune“Morning Doe;” a psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? I groan in prayer, but help seems far away.
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46And about the ninth hour, Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
2O my God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not hear; and in the night season, and am not silent.
34And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, translated, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
19But do not be far from me, O LORD; O my strength, hurry to help me.
21Do not forsake me, O LORD; O my God, be not far from me.
22Make haste to help me, O Lord my salvation.
14LORD, why do you cast off my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
2For you are the God of my strength; why do you cast me off? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
11Saying, God has forsaken him; pursue and take him, for there is none to deliver him.
12O God, be not far from me; O my God, make haste to help me.
9I will say to God my rock, Why have You forgotten me? why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?
11Do not be far from me, for trouble is near, for there is none to help.
1Why do You stand afar off, O LORD? Why do You hide Yourself in times of trouble?
9Do not hide Your face from me; do not turn Your servant away in anger; You have been my help. Do not leave me nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.
22For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before your eyes: nevertheless you heard the voice of my supplications when I cried to you.
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
16For dogs have surrounded me; the assembly of the wicked have enclosed me; they pierced my hands and my feet.
17I can count all my bones; they look and stare at me.
1How long will You forget me, O LORD? Forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?
1Out of the depths I have cried to you, O LORD.
22This you have seen, O LORD; keep not silence; O Lord, be not far from me.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
16Turn to me and have mercy on me, for I am desolate and afflicted.
22Why do you persecute me as God does, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
4I looked on my right hand and beheld, but there was no one who would know me; refuge failed me; no one cared for my soul.
1In my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me.
3I am weary of my crying; my throat is dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
8Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
1O God, why have You cast us off forever? Why does Your anger smoke against the sheep of Your pasture?
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: you will bring the day that you have promised, and they shall be like me.
22Let all their wickedness come before you; and do unto them, as you have done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
19How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
24Why do you hide your face, and hold me as your enemy?
1Hear my cry, O God; attend to my prayer.
20I cry to You, and You do not hear me: I stand up, and You regard me not.
20Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness; and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
1To you I cry, O LORD my rock; do not be silent to me, lest, if you are silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
1O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you;
2Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.
7All who see me laugh me to scorn; they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
26Help me, O LORD my God; save me according to your mercy,
3My soul is also greatly troubled: but You, O LORD, how long?
22For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
2Hear my cry for help, my King and my God, for to you will I pray.
13He has put my brothers far from me, and my acquaintances are truly estranged from me.
10Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be my helper.