Psalm 22
For the Chief Musician; set to Aijaleth hash-Shahar. A Psalm of David.
Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
And in the night season, and am not silent.
O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.
They trusted, and thou didst deliver them.
They trusted in thee, and were not put to shame.
A reproach of men, and despised of the people.
They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
let him deliver him:
Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.
Thou didst make me trust when I was upon my mother’s breasts.
Thou art my God since my mother bare me.
For there is none to help.
Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.
As a ravening and a roaring lion.
And all my bones are out of joint:
My heart is like wax;
It is melted within me.
And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;
And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
A company of evil-doers have inclosed me;
They pierced my hands and my feet.
They look and stare upon me;
And upon my vesture do they cast lots.
O thou my succor, haste thee to help me.
My darling from the power of the dog.
Yea, from the horns of the wild-oxen thou hast answered me.
In the midst of the assembly will I praise thee.
All ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him;
And stand in awe of him, all ye the seed of Israel.
Neither hath he hid his face from him;
But when he cried unto him, he heard.
I will pay my vows before them that fear him.
They shall praise Jehovah that seek after him:
Let your heart live for ever.
And all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee.
And he is the ruler over the nations.
All they that go down to the dust shall bow before him,
Even he that cannot keep his soul alive.
It shall be told of the Lord unto the next generation.
Unto a people that shall be born, that he hath done it.