Psalm 22
For the Chief Musician; set to “The Doe of the Morning.” A Psalm by David.
Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
in the night season, and am not silent.
you who inhabit the praises of Israel.
They trusted, and you delivered them.
They trusted in you, and were not disappointed.
a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,
Let him deliver him.
Let him rescue him, since he delights in him.”
You made me trust while at my mother’s breasts.
You are my God since my mother bore me.
For there is no one to help.
Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.
lions tearing prey and roaring.
All my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax.
It is melted within me.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You have brought me into the dust of death.
A company of evildoers have enclosed me.
They have pierced my hands and feet.
They look and stare at me.
They cast lots for my clothing.
You are my help. Hurry to help me!
my precious life from the power of the dog.
Yes, you have rescued me from the horns of the wild oxen.
Among the assembly, I will praise you.
All you descendants of Jacob, glorify him!
Stand in awe of him, all you descendants of Israel!
Neither has he hidden his face from him;
but when he cried to him, he heard.
I will pay my vows before those who fear him.
They shall praise Yahweh who seek after him.
Let your hearts live forever.
All the relatives of the nations shall worship before you.
He is the ruler over the nations.
All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him,
even he who can’t keep his soul alive.
Future generations shall be told about the Lord.
for he has done it.