But be not thou far from me, O Lord: O my strength, haste thee to help me.

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They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.

I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother’s belly.

All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying, He trusted on the Lord that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.

They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.

But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?