Chapter 22

  For the Chief Musician; set to Aijaleth hash-Shahar. A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [Why art thou so] far from helping me, [and from] the words of my groaning? 

 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not; And in the night season, and am not silent. 

 But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel. 

 Our fathers trusted in thee: They trusted, and thou didst deliver them. 

 They cried unto thee, and were delivered: They trusted in thee, and were not put to shame. 

 But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised of the people. 

 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, [saying], 

 Commit [thyself] unto Jehovah; Let him deliver him: Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him. 

 But thou art he that took me out of the womb; Thou didst make me trust [when I was] upon my mother's breasts. 

 I was cast upon thee from the womb; Thou art my God since my mother bare me. 

 Be not far from me; for trouble is near; For there is none to help. 

 Many bulls have compassed me; Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round. 

 They gape upon me with their mouth, [As] a ravening and a roaring lion. 

 I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me. 

 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. 

 For dogs have compassed me: A company of evil-doers have inclosed me; They pierced my hands and my feet. 

 I may count all my bones; They look and stare upon me. 

 They part my garments among them, And upon my vesture do they cast lots. 

 But be not thou far off, O Jehovah: O thou my succor, haste thee to help me. 

 Deliver my soul from the sword, My darling from the power of the dog. 

 Save me from the lion's mouth; Yea, from the horns of the wild-oxen thou hast answered me. 

 I will declare thy name unto my brethren: In the midst of the assembly will I praise thee. 

 Ye that fear Jehovah, praise him; All ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him; And stand in awe of him, all ye the seed of Israel. 

 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. 

 Of thee cometh my praise in the great assembly: I will pay my vows before them that fear him. 

 The meek shall eat and be satisfied; They shall praise Jehovah that seek after him: Let your heart live for ever. 

 All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn unto Jehovah; And all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee. 

 For the kingdom is Jehovah's; And he is the ruler over the nations. 

 All the fat ones of the earth shall eat and worship: All they that go down to the dust shall bow before him, Even he that cannot keep his soul alive. 

 A seed shall serve him; It shall be told of the Lord unto the [next] generation. 

 They shall come and shall declare his righteousness Unto a people that shall be born, that he hath done it.