Psalm 22

                                         For the director of music. To the tune of “The doe

                                                     of the morning.” A psalm of David.

1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken 

me?

Why are you so far from saving me,

so far from the words of my groaning?

2 O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not 

answer,

by night, and am not silent.

3 Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;

you are the praise of Israel.

4 In you our fathers put their trust;

they trusted and you delivered them.

5 They cried to you and were saved;

in you they trusted and were not 

disappointed.

6 But i am a worm and not a man,

scorned by men and despised by the 

people.

7 All who see me mock me;

they hurl insults, shaking their heads:

8 “He trusts in the Lord;

let the Lord rescue him.

Let him deliver him,

since he delight in him.”

9 Yet you brought me out of the womb;

you made me trust in you

even at my mother’s breast.

10 From birth I was cast upon you;

from my mother’s womb you have been my

God.

11 Do not be far from me,

for trouble is near

and there is no one to help.

12 Many bulls surround me;

strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.

13 Roaring lions tearing their prey

open their mouths wide against me.

14 I am poured out like water,

and all my bones are out of joint.

My heart has turned to wax;

it has melted away within me.

15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd,

and my tongue sticks to the roof of my 

mouth;

you lay me in the dust of death.

16 Dogs have surrounded me;

a band of evil men has encircled me,

they have pierced my hands and and my feet.

17 I can count all my bones;

people stare and gloat over me.

18 they divide my garments among them

and cast lots for my clothing.

19 But you, O Lord, be not far off;

O my Strength, come quickly to help me.

20 Deliver m life from the sword,

my precious life from the power of the 

dogs.

21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lions;

save me from the horns of the wild oxen.

22 I will declare your name to my brothers;

in the congregation I will praise you.

23 You who fear the Lord, praise him!

all you descendants of Jacob, honor him!

Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!

24 For he has not despised or disdained 

the suffering of the afflicted one;

he has not hidden his face from him

but has listened to his cry for help.

25 From you comes the theme of my praise in the

great assembly;

before those who fear you will I fulfill my

vows.

26 The poor will eat and be satisfied;

they who seek the Lord will praise him—

may your hearts live forever!

27 All the ends of the earth 

will remember and turn to the Lord,

and all the families of the nations

will bow down before him,

28 for dominion belongs to the Lord

ans he rules over the nations.

29 All the rich of the earth will feast and worship;

all who go down to the dust will kneel

before him—-

those cannot keep themselves alive.

30 posterity will serve him;

future generations will be told about the

Lord.

31 They will proclaim his righteousness 

to a people yet unborn—-

for he has done it. 

 

 

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