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?
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! I keep crying—By day, and thou dost not answer, and, By night, and there is no rest for me.
My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
3 But, thou, art holy, Who inhabitest the praises of Israel.
And Thou [art] holy, Sitting — the Praise of Israel.
4 In thee, trusted our fathers, They trusted, and thou didst deliver them;
In Thee did our fathers trust — they trusted, And Thou dost deliver them.
5 Unto thee, made they outcry, and escaped, In thee, they trusted, and had not turned pale.
Unto Thee they cried, and were delivered, In Thee they trusted, and were not ashamed.
6 But, I, am a worm and no one, a reproach of men, and despised of a people;
And I [am] a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
7 All that see me, laugh at me, —They open wide the mouth, They shake the head: —
All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip — shake the head,
8 He should trust in Yahweh—let him deliver him, —Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.
'Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted 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;
For thou [art] He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
10 Upon thee, was I cast from the time I was born, From the womb of my mother, my GOD, hast thou been.
On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou [art] my God.
11 Be not far from me, for, distress, is near, For there is none to help.
Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
12 Many bulls have surrounded me, Strong oxen of Bashan, have enclosed me;
Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,
13 They have opened wide against me their mouth, A lion rending and roaring.
They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
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;
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 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.
Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
16 For dogs have surrounded me, —An assembly of evil doers, have encircled me, They have pierced my hands and my 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 may tell all my bones, They, look for—they behold me!
I count all my bones — they look expectingly, They look upon me,
18 They part my garments among them, and, for my vestment, they cast lots.
They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.
19 But, thou, O Yahweh, be not far off, O my help! to aid me, make haste;
And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
20 Rescue, from the sword, my life, from the power of the dog, my solitary self:
Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.
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 a lion: — And — from the horns of the high places Thou hast answered me!
22 I will declare thy Name unto my brethren, —In the midst of the convocation, will I praise thee.
I declare Thy name to my brethren, In the midst of the assembly I praise Thee.
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.
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 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 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 Of thee, is my praise in the great convocation, My vows, will I pay, before them who revere him.
Of Thee my praise [is] in the great assembly. My vows I complete before His fearers.
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 humble do eat and are satisfied, Praise Jehovah do those seeking Him, Your heart doth live for ever.
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,
Remember and return unto Jehovah, Do all ends of the earth, And before Thee bow themselves, Do all families of the nations,
28 For, to Yahweh, belongeth the kingdom, And One to Rule over the nations.
For to Jehovah [is] the kingdom, And He is ruling among 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!
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 My seed, shall serve him, It shall be recounted, of the Lord, to a generation that shall come:
A seed doth serve Him, It is declared of the Lord to the generation.
31 That his righteousness may be declared to a people to be born, That he wrought with effect!
They come and declare His righteousness, To a people that is borne, that He hath made!
