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?

Be thou exalted, Lord, in thine own strength: so will we sing and praise thy power.

Thine hand shall find out all thine enemies: thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

For thou hast made him most blessed for ever: thou hast made him exceeding glad with thy countenance.

His glory is great in thy salvation: honour and majesty hast thou laid upon him.

The king shall joy in thy strength, O Lord; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!