Psalms 22
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PSALM 22
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar,
A Psalm of David.
1My God, my God, why hast thou me
forsaken? why so far
Art thou from helping me, and from
my words that roaring are?
2All day, my God, to thee I cry,
yet am not heard by thee;
And in the season of the night
I cannot silent be.
3But thou art holy, thou that dost
inhabit Isr'el's praise.
4Our fathers hop'd in thee, they hop'd
and thou didst them release.
5When unto thee they sent their cry,
to them deliv'rance came:
Because they put their trust in thee,
they were not put to shame.
6But as for me, a worm I am,
and as no man am priz'd:
Reproach of men I am, and by
the people am despis'd.
7All that me see laugh me to scorn;
shoot out the lip do they;
They nod and shake their heads at me,
and, mocking, thus do say,
8This man did trust in God, that he
would free him by his might:
Let him deliver him, sith he
had in him such delight.
9But thou art he out of the womb
that didst me safely take;
When I was on my mother's breasts
thou me to hope didst make.
10And I was cast upon thy care,
ev'n from the womb till now;
And from my mother's belly, Lord,
my God and guide art thou.
11Be not far off, for grief is near,
and none to help is found.
12Bulls many compass me, strong bulls
of Bashan me surround.
13Their mouths they open'd wide on me,
upon me gape did they,
Like to a lion ravening
and roaring for his prey.
14Like water I'm pour'd out, my bones
all out of joint do part:
Amidst my bowels, as the wax,
so melted is my heart.
15My strength is like a potsherd dry'd;
my tongue it cleaveth fast
Unto my jaws; and to the dust
of death thou brought me hast.
16For dogs have compass'd me about:
the wicked, that did meet
In their assembly, me inclos'd;
they pierc'd my hands and feet.
17I all my bones may tell; they do
upon me look and stare.
18Upon my vesture lots they cast,
and clothes among them share.
19But be not far, O Lord, my strength;
haste to give help to me.
20From sword my soul, from pow'r of dogs
my darling set thou free.
21Out of the roaring lion's mouth
do thou me shield and save:
For from the horns of unicorns
an ear to me thou gave.
22I will shew forth thy name unto
those that my brethren are;
Amidst the congregation
thy praise I will declare.
23Praise ye the Lord, who do him fear;
him glorify all ye
The seed of Jacob: fear him all
that Isr'el's children be.
24For he despis'd not nor abhorr'd
th' afflicted's misery;
Nor from him hid his face, but heard
when he to him did cry.
25Within the congregation great
my praise shall be of thee;
My vows before them that him fear
shall be perform'd by me.
26The meek shall eat,
and shall be fill'd;
they also praise shall give
Unto the Lord that do him seek:
your heart shall ever live.
27All ends of th' earth remember shall,
and turn the Lord unto;
All kindreds of the nations
to him shall homage do:
28Because the kingdom to the Lord
doth appertain as his;
Likewise among the nations
the Governor he is.
29Earth's fat ones eat,
and worship shall:
all who to dust descend
Shall bow to him; none of them can
his soul from death defend.
30A seed shall service do to him;
unto the Lord it shall
Be for a generation
reckon'd in ages all.
31They shall come, and they shall declare
his truth and righteousness
Unto a people yet unborn,
and that he hath done this.
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