Psalm 22
PSALM 22. Deus, Deus meus.
O my God, my God, look upon me; why hast thou forsaken me: and art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint?
2 O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not: and in the night-season also I take no rest.
3 And thou continuest holy: O thou worship of Israel.
4 Our fathers hoped in thee: they trusted in thee, and thou didst deliver them.
5 They called upon thee, and were holpen: they put their trust in thee, and were not confounded.
6 But as for me, I am a worm, and no man: a very scorn of men, and the outcast of the people.
7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out their lips, and shake their heads, saying,
8 He trusted in God, that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, if he will have him.
9 But thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother's breasts.
10 I have been left unto thee ever since I was born: thou art my God, even from my mother's womb.
11 O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand: and there is none to help me.
12 Many oxen are come about me: fat bulls of Basan close me in on every side.
13 They gape upon me with their mouths: as it were a ramping and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting wax.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my gums: and thou shalt bring me into the dust of death.
16 For many dogs are come about me: and the council of the wicked layeth siege against me.
17`They pierced my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones: they stand staring and looking upon me.
18 They part my garments among them: and cast lots upon my vesture.
19 But be not thou far from me, O Lord: thou art my succour, haste thee to help me.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword: my darling from the power of the dog.
21 Save me from the lion's mouth: thou hast heard me also from among the horns of the unicorns.
22 I will declare thy Name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.
23 O praise the Lord, ye that fear him: magnify him, all ye of the seed of Jacob, and fear him, all ye seed of Israel;
24 For he hath not despised, nor abhorred, the low estate of the poor: he hath not hid his face from him, but when he called unto him he heard him.
25 My praise is of thee in the great congregation: my vows will I perform in the sight of them that fear him.
26 The poor shall eat and be satisfied: they that seek after the Lord shall praise him; your heart shall live for ever.
27 All the ends of the world shall remember themselves, and be turned unto the Lord: and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before him.
28 For the kingdom is the Lord's: and he is the Governor among the people.
29 All such as be fat upon earth: have eaten and worshipped.
30 All they that go down into the dust shall kneel before him: and no man hath quickened his own soul.
31 My seed shall serve him: they shall be counted unto the Lord for a generation.
32 They shall come, and the heavens shall declare his righteousness: unto a people that shall be born, whom the Lord hath made.