Psalm 22
A Cry Of Anguish And A Song Of Praise.
For the choir director; upon Aijeleth Hashshahar. A Psalm of David.
Far from my deliverance are the words of my groaning.
And by night, but I have no rest.
O You who are enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
They trusted and You delivered them.
In You they trusted and were not disappointed.
A reproach of men and despised by the people.
They separate with the lip, they wag the head, saying,
Let Him rescue him, because He delights in him.”
You made me trust when upon my mother’s breasts.
You have been my God from my mother’s womb.
For there is none to help.
Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.
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 cleaves to my jaws;
And You lay me in the dust of death.
A band of evildoers has encompassed me;
They pierced my hands and my feet.
They look, they stare at me;
And for my clothing they cast lots.
O You my help, hasten to my assistance.
My only life from the power of the dog.
From the horns of the wild oxen You answer me.
In the midst of the assembly I will praise You.
All you descendants of Jacob, glorify Him,
And stand in awe of Him, all you descendants of Israel.
Nor has He hidden His face from him;
But when he cried to Him for help, He heard.
I shall pay my vows before those who fear Him.
Those who seek Him will praise the LORD.
Let your heart live forever!
And all the families of the nations will worship before You.
And He rules over the nations.
All those who go down to the dust will bow before Him,
Even he who cannot keep his soul alive.
It will be told of the Lord to the coming generation.
To a people who will be born, that He has performed it.