Psalms 22
1 Unto the end, for the morning protection, a psalm for David. O God my God, look upon me: why hast thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation are the words of my sins.
For the music director. To the tune “Doe of the Dawn.” A psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far away when I groan, asking for help?
2 O my God, I shall cry by day, and thou wilt not hear: and by night, and it shall not be reputed as folly in me.
My God, every day I cry out to you, but you don't answer; at night too, but I get no rest.
3 But thou dwellest in the holy place, the praise of Israel.
Yet you are holy, and the praises of Israel are your throne.
4 In thee have our fathers hoped: they have hoped, and thou hast delivered them.
Our forefathers trusted in you; they trusted and you rescued them.
5 They cried to thee, and they were saved: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
They cried out to you for help, and they were saved. They trusted in you and were not defeated.
6 But I am a worm, and no man: the reproach of men, and the outcast of the people.
But I'm a worm, not a man, scorned and despised by everyone.
7 All they that saw me have laughed me to scorn: they have spoken with the lips, and wagged the head.
People who see me mock me. They laugh at me and shake their heads, saying,
8 He hoped in the Lord, let him deliver him: let him save him, seeing he delighteth in him.
“He trusts in the Lord—well then, let the Lord save him! If the Lord is such a friend, then let the Lord rescue him!”
9 For thou art he that hast drawn me out of the womb: my hope from the breasts of my mother.
However, you brought me safely through birth, and led me to trust in you at my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb. From my mother’s womb thou art my God,
I was entrusted to you from birth; from the time I was born you have been my God.
11 Depart not from me. For tribulation is very near: for there is none to help me.
Do not be distant from me, because trouble is close by and no one else can help.
12 Many calves have surrounded me: fat bulls have besieged me.
Enemies surround me like a herd of bulls; strong bulls from Bashan have encircled me.
13 They have opened their mouths against me, as a lion ravening and roaring.
Like roaring lions tearing at their prey they open their mouths wide against me.
14 I am poured out like water; and all my bones are scattered. My heart is become like wax melting in the midst of my bowels.
I feel like I'm being poured out like water. I'm falling apart as if all my bones have become loose. My mind feels like it's wax melting inside me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue hath cleaved to my jaws: and thou hast brought me down into the dust of death.
My strength has dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. You're burying me as if I'm already dead.
16 For many dogs have encompassed me: the council of the malignant hath besieged me. They have dug my hands and feet.
Evil men surround me like a pack of dogs. They have pierced my hands and feet.
17 They have numbered all my bones. And they have looked and stared upon me.
I'm so thin I can count all my bones. People stare at me and gloat.
18 They parted my garments amongst them; and upon my vesture they cast lots.
They divide my clothing among them; they roll dice for my clothes.
19 But thou, O Lord, remove not thy help to a distance from me; look towards my defence.
But you, Lord, don't be far away from me! You are my strength—hurry, come and help me!
20 Deliver, O God, my soul from the sword: my only one from the hand of the dog.
Save me from death by the sword! Save my life—the only one I have—from the dogs!
21 Save me from the lion’s mouth; and my lowness from the horns of the unicorns.
Rescue me from the mouth of the lion and from the wild bulls!
22 I will declare thy name to my brethren: in the midst of the church will I praise thee.
I will tell my people all the wonderful things you have done; I will praise you in the congregation.
23 Ye that fear the Lord, praise him: all ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him.
Praise the Lord, all who worship him! Honor him, every descendant of Jacob! Be in awe of him, every descendant of Israel!
24 Let all the seed of Israel fear him: because he hath not slighted nor despised the supplication of the poor man. Neither hath he turned away his face from me: and when I cried to him he heard me.
For he has not ridiculed or scorned the suffering of the poor; he has not turned away from them, he has listened to their cries for help.
25 With thee is my praise in a great church: I will pay my vows in the sight of them that fear him.
You are the subject of my praise in the great assembly. I will fulfill my promises before those who worship you.
26 The poor shall eat and shall be filled: and they shall praise the Lord that seek him: their hearts shall live for ever and ever.
The poor shall eat, and they shall be satisfied. All who come to the Lord will praise him—may you all live forever!
27 All the ends of the earth shall remember, and shall be converted to the Lord: And all the kindreds of the Gentiles shall adore in his sight.
Everyone in the whole world will repent and return to the Lord; all the nations will worship before you.
28 For the kingdom is the Lord’s; and he shall have dominion over the nations.
For kingly power belongs to the Lord; he is the one who rules over the nations.
29 All the fat ones of the earth have eaten and have adored: all they that go down to the earth shall fall before him.
All who prosper come to feast and worship. Bow down before him, all those destined for the grave—for none can keep themselves alive.
30 And to him my soul shall live: and my seed shall serve him.
Our descendants will serve him; they will tell the next generation about the Lord.
31 There shall be declared to the Lord a generation to come: and the heavens shall shew forth his justice to a people that shall be born, which the Lord hath made.
They will come and tell those yet to be born how good the Lord is, and all that he has done!
