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12. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me

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

O my God, I cry in the day time but thou hearest not:
and in the night season and am not silent.

But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel, our fathers trusted in thee:
they trusted and thou didst deliver them.

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

But I am a worm, and no man:
a reproach of men, and despised of the people.

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.

But thou art he that took me out of the womb:
thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.

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

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.

For dogs have compassed me:
the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me, they pierced my hands and my feet.

I may tell all my bones:
they look and stare upon me.

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

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

I will declare thy name unto my brethren:
in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.

Ye that fear the Lord, praise him:
all ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him and fear him all ye the seed of Israel.

For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted:
neither hath he hid his face from him, but when he cried unto him, he heard.

All the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the Lord:
and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee.

A seed shall serve him:
it shall be accounted to the Lord for a generation.

They shall come, and shall declare his righteousness unto a people that shall be born:
that he hath done this.

(Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.)

Text Information
First Line: My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me
Language: English
Publication Date: 2005
Scripture: ;
Topic: Christian Year: Good Friday
Tune Information
Name: [My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me]
Key: e minor
Source: Tone II ending 1
Notes: Chant



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