A Cry of Forsakenness and Praise

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 though hearest

not; and in the night season I'm not silent. But though art

holy. Though though, that inhabitates 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;