My God, my God, why have you rejected me? You seem far from saving me, far from the words of my groaning.
My God, I call to you during the day, but you do not answer. I call at night; I am not silent.
You sit as the Holy One. The praises of Israel are your throne.
Our ancestors trusted you; they trusted, and you saved them.
They called to you for help and were rescued. They trusted you and were not disappointed.
But I am like a worm instead of a man. People make fun of me and hate me.