Psalm 22

1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me:
    why are you so far from helping me and from the words of my groaning?
2 My God, I cry to you by day, but you do not answer:
    and by night also I take no rest.
3 But you continue holy:
    you that are the praise of Israel.
4 In you our forebears trusted:
    they trusted, and you delivered them;
5 To you they cried and they were saved:
    they put their trust in you and were not confounded.
6 But as for me, I am a worm and no man:
    the scorn of all and despised by the people.
7 Those that see me laugh me to scorn:
    they shoot out their lips at me and wag their heads, saying,
8 'He trusted in the Lord-let him deliver him:
    let him deliver him, if he delights in him.'
9 But you are he that took me out of the womb:
    that brought me to lie at peace on my mother's breast.
10 On you have I been cast since my birth:
    you are my God, even from my mother's womb.
11 O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand:
    and there is none to help.
12 Many oxen surround me:
    fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side.
13 They gape wide their mouths at me:
    like lions that roar and rend.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint:
    my heart within my breast is like melting wax.
15 My mouth is dried up like a potsherd:
    and my tongue clings to my gums.
16 My hands and my feet are withered:
    and you lay me in the dust of death.
17 For many dogs are come about me:
    and a band of evildoers hem me in.
18 I can count all my bones:
    they stand staring and gazing upon me.
19 They part my garments among them:
    and cast lots for my clothing.
20 O Lord, do not stand far off:
    you are my helper, hasten to my aid.
21 Deliver my body from the sword:
    my life from the power of the dogs;
22 O save me from the lion's mouth:
    and my afflicted soul from the horns of the wild oxen.
23 I will tell of your name to my companions:
    in the midst of the congregation will I praise you.
24 O praise the Lord, all you that fear him:
    hold him in honour, O seed of Jacob, and let the seed of Israel stand in awe of him.
25 For he has not despised nor abhorred the poor man in his misery:
    nor did he hide his face from him, but heard him when he cried.
26 From you springs my praise in the great congregation:
    I will pay my vows in the sight of all that fear you;
27 The meek shall eat of the sacrifice and be satisfied:
    and those who seek the Lord shall praise him- may their hearts rejoice for ever!
28 Let all the ends of the earth remember and turn to the Lord:
    and let all the families of the nations worship before him.
29 For the kingdom is the Lord's:
    and he shall be ruler over the nations.
30 How can those who sleep in the earth do him homage:
    or those that descend to the dust bow down before him?
31 But he has saved my life for himself:
    and my posterity shall serve him.
32 This shall be told of my Lord to a future generation:
    and his righteousness declared to a people yet unborn, that he has done it.