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?
My El, my El, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words 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 Elohim, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
3 Yet you are holy, and the praises of Israel are your throne.
But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.
4 Our forefathers trusted in you; they trusted and you rescued them.
Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver them.
5 They cried out to you for help, and they were saved. They trusted in you and were not defeated.
They cried unto thee, and were delivered: 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 worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.
7 People who see me mock me. They laugh at me and shake their heads, saying,
All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake 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 on YHWH that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.
9 However, you brought me safely through birth, and led me to trust in you at my mother's breasts.
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 entrusted to you from birth; from the time I was born you have been my God.
I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my El from my mother's belly.
11 Do not be distant from me, because trouble is close by and no one else can help.
Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
12 Enemies surround me like a herd of bulls; strong bulls from Bashan have encircled me.
Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.
13 Like roaring lions tearing at their prey they open their mouths wide against me.
They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a 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 out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst 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 dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; 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 dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I'm so thin I can count all my bones. People stare at me and gloat.
I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
18 They divide my clothing among them; they roll dice for my clothes.
They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.
19 But you, Lord, don't be far away from me! You are my strength—hurry, come and help me!
But be not thou far from me, O YHWH: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
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 darling 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: for thou hast heard me 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 thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.
23 Praise the Lord, all who worship him! Honor him, every descendant of Jacob! Be in awe of him, every descendant of Israel!
Ye that fear YHWH, praise him; all ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him; and fear him, all ye the seed 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 the affliction of the afflicted; neither hath he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto 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 praise shall be of thee 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 meek shall eat and be satisfied: they shall praise YHWH that seek him: your 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 world shall remember and turn unto YHWH: and all the kindreds 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 kingdom is YHWH 's: and he is the governor 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 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 Our descendants will serve him; they will tell the next generation about the Lord.
A seed shall serve him; it shall be accounted to YHWH 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 righteousness unto a people that shall be born, that he hath done this.
