I am a worm and not a man,
scorned by every­one, de­spised by the peo­ple.

All who see me mock me;
they hurl in­sults, shak­ing their heads.

“He trusts in the Lord,” they say,
let the Lord res­cue him.

Let him de­liv­er him,
since he de­lights in him.”

Yet you brought me out of the womb;
you made me trust in you, even at my moth­er’s breast.

From birth I was cast on you;
from my moth­er’s womb you have been my God.

Do not be far from me,
for trou­ble is near and there is no one to help.