Psalms 22

1 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?

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 My God, every day I cry out to you, but you don't answer; at night too, but I get no rest.

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 Yet you are holy, and the praises of Israel are your throne.

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

4 Our forefathers trusted in you; they trusted and you rescued them.

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

5 They cried out to you for help, and they were saved. They trusted in you and were not defeated.

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

6 But I'm a worm, not a man, scorned and despised by everyone.

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

7 People who see me mock me. They laugh at me and shake their heads, saying,

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

8 “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!”

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

9 However, you brought me safely through birth, and led me to trust in you at my mother's breasts.

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

10 I was entrusted to you from birth; from the time I was born you have been my God.

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

11 Do not be distant from me, because trouble is close by and no one else can help.

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

12 Enemies surround me like a herd of bulls; strong bulls from Bashan have encircled me.

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

13 Like roaring lions tearing at their prey they open their mouths wide against me.

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

14 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.

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 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.

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 Evil men surround me like a pack of dogs. They have pierced my hands and feet.

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

17 I'm so thin I can count all my bones. People stare at me and gloat.

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

18 They divide my clothing among them; they roll dice for my clothes.

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

19 But you, Lord, don't be far away from me! You are my strength—hurry, come and help me!

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

20 Save me from death by the sword! Save my life—the only one I have—from the dogs!

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

21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lion and from the wild bulls!

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

22 I will tell my people all the wonderful things you have done; I will praise you in the congregation.

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

23 Praise the Lord, all who worship him! Honor him, every descendant of Jacob! Be in awe of him, every descendant of Israel!

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 ridiculed or scorned the suffering of the poor; he has not turned away from them, he has listened to their cries for help.

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 You are the subject of my praise in the great assembly. I will fulfill my promises before those who worship you.

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 they shall be satisfied. All who come to the Lord will praise him—may you all live forever!

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

27 Everyone in the whole world will repent and return to the Lord; all the nations will worship before you.

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 kingly power belongs to the Lord; he is the one who rules over the nations.

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

29 All who prosper come to feast and worship. Bow down before him, all those destined for the grave—for none can keep themselves alive.

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 Our descendants will serve him; they will tell the next generation about the Lord.

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

31 They will come and tell those yet to be born how good the Lord is, and all that he has done!

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