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 leader; set to “Deer of the Dawn”. A psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you left me, my rescue so far from 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.

I cry in the day, you do not answer, I cry in the night but find no rest.

3 But, thou, art holy, Who inhabitest the praises of Israel.

You are the Holy One, throned on the praises of Israel.

4 In thee, trusted our fathers, They trusted, and thou didst deliver them;

In you our ancestors 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 to you, and found safety, in you did they trust and were not put to shame.

6 But, I, am a worm and no one, a reproach of men, and despised of a people;

But I am a worm, not a person; insulted by others, 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, with mouths wide open and wagging heads:

8 He should trust in Yahweh—let him deliver him, —Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.

‘He relies on the Lord; let him save him. Let him rescue the one he holds dear!’

9 For, thou, art he that severed me from the womb, he that caused me to trust, upon the breasts of my mother;

But you drew me from the womb, laid me safely on my mother’s breasts.

10 Upon thee, was I cast from the time I was born, From the womb of my mother, my GOD, hast thou been.

On your care was I cast from my very birth, you are my God from my mother’s womb.

11 Be not far from me, for, distress, is near, For there is none to help.

Be not far from me, for trouble is nigh, and there is none to help.

12 Many bulls have surrounded me, Strong oxen of Bashan, have enclosed me;

I am circled by many bulls, beset by the mighty of Bashan,

13 They have opened wide against me their mouth, A lion rending and roaring.

who face me with gaping jaws, like ravening roaring lions.

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;

Poured out am I like water, and all my bones are loosened. My heart is become like wax, melted 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 palate is dry as a sherd, my tongue sticks to my jaws; in the dust of death you lay me.

16 For dogs have surrounded me, —An assembly of evil doers, have encircled me, They have pierced my hands and my feet,

For dogs are round about me, a band of knaves encircles me, gnawing my hands and my feet.

17 I may tell all my bones, They, look for—they behold me!

I can count my bones, every one. As for them, they feast their eyes on me.

18 They part my garments among them, and, for my vestment, they cast lots.

They divide my garments among them, and over my raiment cast lots.

19 But, thou, O Yahweh, be not far off, O my help! to aid me, make haste;

But you, O Lord, be not far, O my strength, hasten to help me.

20 Rescue, from the sword, my life, from the power of the dog, my solitary self:

Deliver my life from the sword my life from the power of the 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 jaws of the lion, from the horns of the wild oxen help me.

22 I will declare thy Name unto my brethren, —In the midst of the convocation, will I praise thee.

I will tell of your fame to my kindred, and in the assembly will praise you.

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.

Praise the Lord, you who fear him. All Jacob’s seed, give him glory. All Israel’s seed, stand in awe of 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 nor abhorred the sorrow of the sorrowful. He hid not his face from me, but he listened to my cry for help.

25 Of thee, is my praise in the great convocation, My vows, will I pay, before them who revere him.

Of you is my praise in the great congregation; my vows I will pay before those who fear him.

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 afflicted will eat to their heart’s desire, and those who seek after the Lord will praise him. Lift up your hearts 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 will call it to mind, to the ends of the earth, and turn to the Lord; and all tribes of the nations will bow down before you.

28 For, to Yahweh, belongeth the kingdom, And One to Rule over the nations.

For the kingdom belongs to the Lord: he is the Lord of 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!

To him will bow down all who sleep in the earth, and before him bend all who go down to the dust, and those who could not preserve their lives.

30 My seed, shall serve him, It shall be recounted, of the Lord, to a generation that shall come:

My descendants will tell of the Lord to the next generation;

31 That his righteousness may be declared to a people to be born, That he wrought with effect!

they will declare his righteousness to people yet to be born: He has done it.