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 the Overseer, on 'The Hind of the Morning.' — A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, 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.
My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
3 Yet you are holy, and the praises of Israel are your throne.
And Thou [art] holy, Sitting — the Praise of Israel.
4 Our forefathers trusted in you; they trusted and you rescued them.
In Thee did our fathers trust — they trusted, And Thou dost deliver them.
5 They cried out to you for help, and they were saved. They trusted in you and were not defeated.
Unto Thee they cried, and were delivered, In Thee they trusted, and were not ashamed.
6 But I'm a worm, not a man, scorned and despised by everyone.
And I [am] a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
7 People who see me mock me. They laugh at me and shake their heads, saying,
All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip — shake the head,
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!”
'Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'
9 However, you brought me safely through birth, and led me to trust in you at my mother's breasts.
For thou [art] He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
10 I was entrusted to you from birth; from the time I was born you have been my God.
On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou [art] my God.
11 Do not be distant from me, because trouble is close by and no one else can help.
Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
12 Enemies surround me like a herd of bulls; strong bulls from Bashan have encircled me.
Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,
13 Like roaring lions tearing at their prey they open their mouths wide against me.
They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
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.
As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been 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.
Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
16 Evil men surround me like a pack of dogs. They have pierced my hands and feet.
And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
17 I'm so thin I can count all my bones. People stare at me and gloat.
I count all my bones — they look expectingly, They look upon me,
18 They divide my clothing among them; they roll dice for my clothes.
They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.
19 But you, Lord, don't be far away from me! You are my strength—hurry, come and help me!
And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
20 Save me from death by the sword! Save my life—the only one I have—from the dogs!
Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.
21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lion and from the wild bulls!
Save me from the mouth of a lion: — And — from the horns of the high places Thou hast answered me!
22 I will tell my people all the wonderful things you have done; I will praise you in the congregation.
I declare Thy name to my brethren, In the midst of the assembly 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 who fear Jehovah, praise ye Him, All the seed of Jacob, honour ye Him, And be afraid of Him, all ye 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 abominated, The affliction of the afflicted, Nor hath He hidden His face from him, And in his crying unto Him He heareth.
25 You are the subject of my praise in the great assembly. I will fulfill my promises before those who worship you.
Of Thee my praise [is] in the great assembly. My vows I complete before His fearers.
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 humble do eat and are satisfied, Praise Jehovah do those seeking Him, Your heart doth live for ever.
27 Everyone in the whole world will repent and return to the Lord; all the nations will worship before you.
Remember and return unto Jehovah, Do all ends of the earth, And before Thee bow themselves, Do all families of the nations,
28 For kingly power belongs to the Lord; he is the one who rules over the nations.
For to Jehovah [is] the kingdom, And He is ruling among 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.
And the fat ones of earth have eaten, And they bow themselves, Before Him bow do all going down to dust, And he [who] hath not revived his soul.
30 Our descendants will serve him; they will tell the next generation about the Lord.
A seed doth serve Him, It is declared of the Lord to the generation.
31 They will come and tell those yet to be born how good the Lord is, and all that he has done!
They come and declare His righteousness, To a people that is borne, that He hath made!
