Verse: O Lord my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so far from my health and from the words of my complaint? I am poured out out, like water, all my bones are out of joint, my heart also in the midst of my body, is ev'n like melting wax. Chorus: But be not thou far from me O Lord, thou art my succour, haste thee to help me. Verse: For many dogs are come about me, and the counsel of the wicked lay'th siege against me. They pierc'd my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones, They stand staring and looking upon me, they part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture. Chorus: But be not thou far from me O Lord, thou art my succour, haste thee to help me.