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?
To him that excelleth upon Aiieleth Hasshahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so farre from mine health, and from the wordes of my roaring?
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 crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.
3 Yet you are holy, and the praises of Israel are your throne.
But thou art holy, and doest inhabite the prayses of Israel.
4 Our forefathers trusted in you; they trusted and you rescued them.
Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didest deliuer them.
5 They cried out to you for help, and they were saved. They trusted in you and were not defeated.
They called vpon thee, and were deliuered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
6 But I'm a worm, not a man, scorned and despised by everyone.
But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.
7 People who see me mock me. They laugh at me and shake their heads, saying,
All they that see me, haue me in derision: they make a mowe and nod 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 trusted in the Lord, let him deliuer him: let him saue him, seeing he loueth him.
9 However, you brought me safely through birth, and led me to trust in you at my mother's breasts.
But thou didest draw me out of ye wombe: thou gauest me hope, euen at my mothers breasts.
10 I was entrusted to you from birth; from the time I was born you have been my God.
I was cast vpon thee, euen from ye wombe: thou art my God from my mothers belly.
11 Do not be distant from me, because trouble is close by and no one else can help.
Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.
12 Enemies surround me like a herd of bulls; strong bulls from Bashan have encircled me.
Many yong bulles haue compassed me: mightie bulles of Bashan haue closed me about.
13 Like roaring lions tearing at their prey they open their mouths wide against me.
They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.
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 like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
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 dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 Evil men surround me like a pack of dogs. They have pierced my hands and feet.
For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
17 I'm so thin I can count all my bones. People stare at me and gloat.
I may tell all my bones: yet they beholde, and looke vpon me.
18 They divide my clothing among them; they roll dice for my clothes.
They part my garments among them, and cast lottes vpon my vesture.
19 But you, Lord, don't be far away from me! You are my strength—hurry, come and help me!
But be thou not farre off, O Lord, my strength: hasten to helpe me.
20 Save me from death by the sword! Save my life—the only one I have—from the dogs!
Deliuer my soule from the sword: my desolate soule from the power of the dogge.
21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lion and from the wild bulls!
Saue me from the lyons mouth, and answere me in sauing me from the hornes of the vnicornes.
22 I will tell my people all the wonderful things you have done; I will praise you in the congregation.
I wil declare thy Name vnto my brethren: in the middes of the Congregation will I praise thee, saying,
23 Praise the Lord, all who worship him! Honor him, every descendant of Jacob! Be in awe of him, every descendant of Israel!
Prayse the Lord, ye that feare him: magnifie ye him, all the seede of Iaakob, and feare ye him, all the seede of Israel.
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 hath not despised nor abhorred ye affliction of the poore: neither hath he hid his face from him, but when he called vnto him, he heard.
25 You are the subject of my praise in the great assembly. I will fulfill my promises before those who worship you.
My prayse shalbe of thee in the great Congregation: my vowes will I perfourme before them that feare 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 poore shall eate and be satisfied: they that seeke after the Lord, shall prayse him: your heart shall liue for euer.
27 Everyone in the whole world will repent and return to the Lord; all the nations will worship before you.
All the endes of the worlde shall remember themselues, and turne to the Lord: and all the kinreds of the nations shall worship before thee.
28 For kingly power belongs to the Lord; he is the one who rules over the nations.
For the kingdome is the Lords, and he ruleth among 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 they that be fat in the earth, shall eate and worship: all they that go downe into the dust, shall bowe before him, euen he that cannot quicken his owne soule.
30 Our descendants will serve him; they will tell the next generation about the Lord.
Their seede shall serue him: it shalbe counted vnto the Lord for a generation.
31 They will come and tell those yet to be born how good the Lord is, and all that he has done!
They shall come, and shall declare his righteousnesse vnto a people that shall be borne, because he hath done it.
