1 God, why have you forsaken me,
and why are you so far away
from my complaint and my distress
poured out before you night and day?
2 Yet you are holy, and the songs
of praise of Israel are your throne;
when our ancestors called on you,
you saved them, rescued all your own.
3 But I am mocked and put to scorn,
all those who see me laugh and say,
""You trust in God, so let us see
the help of god to whom you pray.""
4 A refuge you have been to me,
my only hope since I was born;
trouble is near me, none can help
my savior, leave me not forlorn.