¹For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. ²I cry out by day, O my God, ³Yet You are holy, ⁴In You our fathers trusted; ⁵They cried out to You and were set free; ⁶But I am a worm and not a man, ⁷All who see me mock me; ⁸“He trusts in the LORD, ⁹Yet You brought me forth from the womb; ¹⁰From birth I was cast upon You; ¹¹Be not far from me, ¹²Many bulls surround me; ¹³They open their jaws against me ¹⁴I am poured out like water, ¹⁵My strength is dried up like a potsherd, ¹⁶For dogs surround me; ¹⁷I can count all my bones; ¹⁸They divide my garments among them ¹⁹But You, O LORD, be not far off; ²⁰Deliver my soul from the sword, ²¹Save me from the mouth of the lion; ²²I will proclaim Your name to my brothers; ²³You who fear the LORD, praise Him! ²⁴For He has not despised or detested ²⁵My praise for You resounds in the great assembly; ²⁶The poor will eat and be satisfied; ²⁷All the ends of the earth ²⁸For dominion belongs to the LORD ²⁹All the rich of the earth will feast and worship; ³⁰Posterity will serve Him; ³¹They will come and proclaim His righteousness