Psalm 22

Deus, Deus meus

¹ My God, my God, why have you forsaken me,*

and are so far from my cry, and from the words of my complaint?

² O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not hear;*

in the night season also, but I find no rest.

³ But you remain holy,*

enthroned upon the praises of Israel.

⁴ Our fathers hoped in you;*

they trusted in you, and you delivered them.

⁵ They called upon you, and were delivered;*

they put their trust in you, and were not confounded.

⁶ But as for me, I am a worm, and no man,*

scorned by all, and the outcast of the people.

⁷ All those who see me laugh me to scorn;*

they curl 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 you are he that took me out of my mother's womb;*

you were my hope, when I was yet upon my mother's breasts.

¹⁰ I have been cast upon you ever since I was born;*

you are my God, even from my mother's womb.

¹¹ O go not far from me, for trouble is near at hand,*

and there is none to help me.

¹² Many oxen have come around me;*

fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side.

¹³ They gape at me with their mouths,*

like a ravening 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 like melting wax.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my gums,*

and you bring me into the dust of death.

¹⁶ For many dogs have come about me,*

and the council of the wicked lays siege against me.

¹⁷ They pierced my hands and my feet; I can count all my bones;*

they stand staring and looking upon me.

¹⁸ They part my garments among them,*

and casts lots for my clothing.

¹⁹ But be not far from me, O Lord.*

You are my succor; hasten to help me.

²⁰ Deliver my soul from the sword,*

my life from the power of the dog.

²¹ Save me from the lion's mouth,*

and my soul in misery from among the horns of wild oxen.

²² I will declare your Name to my brethren;*

in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.

²³ O praise the Lord, you that fear him;*

magnify him, all you seed of Jacob, and fear him, all you seed of Israel.

²⁴ For he has not despised nor abhorred the low estate of the poor;*

he has not hidden his face from him, but when he called unto him, he heard him.

²⁵ My praise is of you in the great congregation;*

my vows will I perform in the sight of those who fear him.

²⁶ The poor shall eat and be satisfied;*

those who seek after the Lord shall praise him; may your hearts live for ever.

²⁷ All the ends of the world shall remember, and be turned unto the Lord,*

and all the families of the nations shall worship before him.

²⁸ For the kingdom is the Lord's,*

and he is the Governor among the peoples.

²⁹ All those who sleep in the earth, how shall they worship him?*

All those who go down into the dust, how shall they kneel before him?

³⁰ But my life shall be preserved in his sight, and my children shall worship him;*

they shall tell of the Lord to the generations to come;

³¹ And to a people yet unborn shall they declare his righteousness,*

that he has brought it to pass.

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