Psalm 22
Vers 1
My God, O why have you forsaken me?
When I to you, O God, for refuge flee,
why do you grant no help and fail to see
my tribulation?
I groan by day, but you are far from heeding
the mournful cries that I have been repeating;
by night also you do not hear my pleading.
I find no rest.
Vers 2
Yet you, O Holy One, in glory dwell,
enthroned upon the praise of Israel.
In you our fathers put their trust as well
and were delivered.
For when they were by cares and woes afflicted,
they trusted you and so were well protected.
To you they cried and they were not neglected
or put to shame.
Vers 3
But I, I am a worm, and not a man
I am despised and scorned by everyone;
those who my grief and misery have seen
say as they mock me:
“He trusts in God, relying on his favour;
why does the LORD not help him as his Saviour?
If God delights in him, let him deliver
and rescue him.”
Vers 4
You drew me from the womb and gave me rest,
for you, LORD, soothed me on my mother’s breast;
right from my birth I have on you been cast,
God my Defender.
You ever since the day my mother bore me
have been my God. In my distress assure me
that you are not far off but will restore me;
none else can help.
Vers 5
Fierce bulls, those that on Bashan’s heights abound,
with dreadful might besiege me all around;
they open wide their mouths at me and sound
like roaring lions.
Poured out like water, all my strength is going;
my bones are out of joint. My fear is showing;
my heart, like wax within my body flowing,
all melts away.
Vers 6
Dried like a potsherd, all my strength is gone;
my tongue sticks to my palate as I moan,
and in the dust of death you lay me down.
Dogs here surround me.
I’m skin and bones, and gloating foes are staring;
they’ve pierced my hands and feet, no cruelty sparing,
and they divide the garments I was wearing
by casting lots.
Vers 7
But you, O LORD, be not far off, I pray
Come quickly to my aid this very day,
that from the deadly sword my life now may
soon be delivered!
Rescue my soul from dogs that fiercely glower,
from lions’ mouths, in this my darkest hour.
Save me from horns of oxen great in power,
O LORD my Strength!
Vers 8
I to my brothers of your name will tell
and praise you in the midst of Israel.
All you who fear the LORD, praise him as well
in your assembly.
O Jacob’s offspring, honour and adore him.
He did not scorn the lowly or abhor him.
God did not keep his face concealed before him
but heard his cries.
Vers 9
I’ll sing my praises where God’s people meet
and keep the vows that I will there repeat.
Praise God, who gives the poor enough to eat.
Rejoice forever!
All nations will remember to revere him,
and all their families will bow down and fear him.
He issues his commands and all will hear him:
the LORD is king.
Vers 10
All who are rich will fear his majesty;
all who go down to dust will bow the knee –
yes, all whose own strength cannot keep them free
from death and ruin.
Posterity through every generation
will serve him and proclaim his vindication;
those yet unborn will hear of the salvation
that he has won.
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