Psalms 22

1 For the end, concerning the morning aid, a Psalm of David. O God, my God, attend to me: why have you forsaken me? the account of my transgressions is far from my salvation.

2 O my God, I will cry to you by day, but you will not hear: and by night, and [it shall] not [be accounted] for folly to me.

3 But you, the praise of Israel, dwell in a sanctuary.

4 Our fathers hoped in you; they hoped, and you did deliver them.

5 They cried to you, and were saved: they hoped in you, and were not ashamed.

6 But I am a worm, and not a man; a reproach of men, and scorn of the people.

7 All that saw me mocked me: they spoke with [their] lips, they shook the head, [saying],

8 He hoped in the Lord: let him deliver him, let him save him, because he takes pleasure in him.

9 For you are he that drew me out of the womb; my hope from my mother's breasts.

10 I was cast on you from the womb: you are my God from my mother's belly.

11 Stand not aloof from me; for affliction is near; for there is no helper.

12 Many bullocks have compassed me: fat bulls have beset me round.

13 They have opened their mouth against me, as a ravening and roaring lion.

14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are loosened: my heart in the midst of my belly is become like melting wax.

15 My strength is dried up, like a potsherd; and my tongue is glued to my throat; and you have brought me down to the dust of death.

16 For many dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked doers has beset me round: they pierced my hands and my feet.

17 They counted all my bones; and they observed and looked upon me.

18 They parted my garments [amongst] themselves, and cast lots upon my raiment.

19 But you, O Lord, remove not my help afar off: be ready for mine aid.

20 Deliver my soul from the sword; my only-begotten one from the power of the dog.

21 Save me from the lion's mouth; and [regard] my lowliness from the horns of the unicorns.

22 I will declare your name to my brethren: in the midst of the church will I sing praise to you.

23 You that fear the Lord, praise him; all you seed of Jacob, glorify him: let all the seed of Israel fear him.

24 For he has not despised nor been angry at the supplication of the poor; nor turned away his face from me; but when I cried to him, he heard me.

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

26 The poor shall eat and be satisfied; and they shall praise the Lord that seek him: their heart shall live for ever.

27 All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to the Lord: and all the kindred of the nations shall worship before him.

28 For the kingdom is the Lord's; and he is the governor of the nations.

29 All the fat ones of the earth have eaten and worshipped: all that go down to the earth shall fall down before him: my soul also lives to him.

30 And my seed shall serve him: the generation that is coming shall be reported to the Lord.

31 And they shall report his righteousness to the people that shall be born, whom the Lord has made.