Psalms 22
1 To the Chief Musician. On "the Hind of the Dawn." A Melody of David. My GOD, my GOD, why hast thou forsaken me? Far from saving me, The words of my loud lamentation?
For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my words of groaning?
2 My God! I keep crying—By day, and thou dost not answer, and, By night, and there is no rest for me.
I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest.
3 But, thou, art holy, Who inhabitest the praises of Israel.
Yet You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.
4 In thee, trusted our fathers, They trusted, and thou didst deliver them;
In You our fathers trusted; they trusted and You delivered them.
5 Unto thee, made they outcry, and escaped, In thee, they trusted, and had not turned pale.
They cried out to You and were set free; they trusted in You and were not disappointed.
6 But, I, am a worm and no one, a reproach of men, and despised of a people;
But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people.
7 All that see me, laugh at me, —They open wide the mouth, They shake the head: —
All who see me mock me; they sneer and shake their heads:
8 He should trust in Yahweh—let him deliver him, —Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.
“He trusts in the LORD, let the LORD deliver him; let the LORD rescue him, since He delights in him.”
9 For, thou, art he that severed me from the womb, he that caused me to trust, upon the breasts of my mother;
Yet You brought me forth from the womb; You made me secure at my mother’s breast.
10 Upon thee, was I cast from the time I was born, From the womb of my mother, my GOD, hast thou been.
From birth I was cast upon You; from my mother’s womb You have been my God.
11 Be not far from me, for, distress, is near, For there is none to help.
Be not far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
12 Many bulls have surrounded me, Strong oxen of Bashan, have enclosed me;
Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
13 They have opened wide against me their mouth, A lion rending and roaring.
They open their jaws against me like lions that roar and maul.
14 Like water, am I poured out, and, put out of joint, are all my bones, —My heart, hath become, like wax, it is melted in the midst of my body;
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.
15 Dried as a potsherd, is my strength, And, my tongue, is made to cleave to my gums, And, in the dust of death, wilt thou lay me.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.
16 For dogs have surrounded me, —An assembly of evil doers, have encircled me, They have pierced my hands and my feet,
For dogs surround me; a band of evil men encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet.
17 I may tell all my bones, They, look for—they behold me!
I can count all my bones; they stare and gloat over me.
18 They part my garments among them, and, for my vestment, they cast lots.
They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.
19 But, thou, O Yahweh, be not far off, O my help! to aid me, make haste;
But You, O LORD, be not far off; O my Strength, come quickly to help me.
20 Rescue, from the sword, my life, from the power of the dog, my solitary self:
Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of wild dogs.
21 Save me from the mouth of the lion, —Yea, from the horns of wild beasts, hast thou delivered me.
Save me from the mouth of the lion; at the horns of the wild oxen You have answered me!
22 I will declare thy Name unto my brethren, —In the midst of the convocation, will I praise thee.
I will proclaim Your name to my brothers; I will praise You in the assembly.
23 Ye that revere Yahweh, praise him, All ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him, And, stand in awe of him, all ye seed of Israel.
You who fear the LORD, praise Him! All descendants of Jacob, honor Him! All offspring of Israel, revere Him!
24 For he hath not despised nor abhorred the humbling of the patient one, neither hath he hid his face from him, but, when he cried for help unto him, he heard.
For He has not despised or detested the torment of the afflicted. He has not hidden His face from him, but has attended to his cry for help.
25 Of thee, is my praise in the great convocation, My vows, will I pay, before them who revere him.
My praise for You resounds in the great assembly; I will fulfill my vows before those who fear You.
26 The patient wronged-ones shall eat and be satisfied, They shall praise Yahweh, who are seekers of him, Let your heart live for aye.
The poor will eat and be satisfied; those who seek the LORD will praise Him. May your hearts live forever!
27 All the ends of the earth, will remember and turn to Yahweh, Yea all the families of the nations, will bow themselves down before thee,
All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD. All the families of the nations will bow down before Him.
28 For, to Yahweh, belongeth the kingdom, And One to Rule over the nations.
For dominion belongs to the LORD and He rules over the nations.
29 All the great ones of the earth, shall eat and bow down, Before him shall kneel, all that go down to the dust, Even he who had not kept alive, his own soul!
All the rich of the earth will feast and worship; all who go down to the dust will kneel before Him— even those unable to preserve their lives.
30 My seed, shall serve him, It shall be recounted, of the Lord, to a generation that shall come:
Posterity will serve Him; they will declare the Lord to a new generation.
31 That his righteousness may be declared to a people to be born, That he wrought with effect!
They will come and proclaim His righteousness to a people yet unborn— all that He has done.
