Psalm 22

1  To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

2  O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

3  But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.

4  Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver them.

5  They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.

6  But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.

7  All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

8  He trusted on the LORD that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.

9  But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.

10  I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.

11  Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.

12  Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.

13  They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.

14  I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

15  My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

16  For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.

17  I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.

18  They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.

19  But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.

20  Deliver my soul from the sword; my darling from the power of the dog.

21  Save me from the lion's mouth: for thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns.

22  I will declare thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.

23  Ye that fear the LORD, praise him; all ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him; and fear him, all ye the seed of Israel.

24  For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; neither hath he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto him, he heard.

25  My praise shall be of thee in the great congregation: I will pay my vows before them that fear him.

26  The meek shall eat and be satisfied: they shall praise the LORD that seek him: your heart shall live for ever.

27  All the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the LORD: and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee.

28  For the kingdom is the LORD'S: and he is the governor among the nations.

29  All they that be fat upon earth shall eat and worship: all they that go down to the dust shall bow before him: and none can keep alive his own soul.

30  A seed shall serve him; it shall be accounted to the Lord for a generation.

31  They shall come, and shall declare his righteousness unto a people that shall be born, that he hath done this.