Psalms 22
1 Unto the end. For the tasks of early morning. A Psalm of David. O God, my God, look upon me. Why have you forsaken me? Far from my salvation are the words of my offenses.
[For the Chief Musician; set to "The Doe of the Morning." A Psalm by David.] 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 will cry out by day, and you will not heed, and by night, and it will not be foolishness for me.
My God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer; in the night season, and am not silent.
3 But you dwell in holiness, O Praise of Israel.
But you are holy, you who inhabit the praises of Israel.
4 In you, our fathers have hoped. They hoped, and you freed them.
Our fathers trusted in you. They trusted, and you delivered them.
5 They cried out to you, and they were saved. In you, they hoped and were not confounded.
They cried to you, and escaped. They trusted in you, and were not put to shame.
6 But I am a worm and not a man: a disgrace among men, and an outcast of the people.
But I am a worm, and no man; scorned by people and despised by the people.
7 All those who saw me have derided me. They have spoken with the lips and shook the head.
All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,
8 He has hoped in the Lord, let him rescue him. Let him save him because he chooses him.
"He trusts in Jehovah; let him deliver him. Let him rescue him, since he delights in him."
9 For you are the one who has drawn me out of the womb, my hope from the breasts of my mother.
But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.
10 I have been thrown upon you from the womb; from the womb of my mother, you are my God.
I was thrown on you from my mother's womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.
11 Do not depart from me. For tribulation is near, since there is no one who may help me.
Do not be far from me, for trouble is near. For there is none to help.
12 Many calves have surrounded me; fat bulls have besieged me.
Many bulls have surrounded me. Mighty ones of Bashan have encircled me.
13 They have opened their mouths over me, just like a lion seizing and roaring.
They open their mouths wide against me, like a lion tearing prey and roaring.
14 And so, I have been poured out like water, and all my bones have been scattered. My heart has become like wax, melting in the midst of my chest.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15 My strength has dried up like clay, and my tongue has adhered to my jaws. And you have pulled me down, into the dust of death.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; and you have brought me into the dust of death.
16 For many dogs have surrounded me. The council of the malicious has besieged me. They have pierced my hands and feet.
For many dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and my feet.
17 They have numbered all my bones. And they have examined me and stared at me.
I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
18 They divided my garments among them, and over my vestment, they cast lots.
They divide my clothes among themselves, and for my clothing they cast a lot.
19 But you, O Lord, do not take your help far from me; be attentive to my defense.
But do not be far off, Jehovah. You are my help: hurry to help me.
20 O God, rescue my soul from the spear, and my only one from the hand of the dog.
Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.
21 Save me from the mouth of the lion, and my humility from the horns of the single-horned beast.
Save me from the lion's mouth. Yes, from the horns of the wild oxen, you have answered me.
22 I will declare your name to my brothers. In the midst of the Church, I will praise you.
I will declare your name to my brothers. In the midst of the assembly I will praise you.
23 You who fear the Lord, praise him. All the offspring of Jacob, glorify him.
You who fear Jehovah, praise him. All you descendants of Jacob, glorify him. Revere him, all you descendants of Israel.
24 May all the offspring of Israel fear him. For he has neither spurned nor despised the pleas of the poor. Neither has he turned his face away from me. And when I cried out to him, he heeded me.
For he has not despised or detested the affliction of the afflicted, nor has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.
25 My praise is with you, within a great church. I will pay my vows in the sight of those who fear him.
Of you comes my praise in the great assembly. I will pay my vows before those who fear him.
26 The poor will eat and be satisfied, and those who yearn for the Lord will praise him. Their hearts will live forever and ever.
The humble shall eat and be satisfied. They shall praise Jehovah who seek after him. Let your hearts live forever.
27 All the ends of the earth will remember, and they will be converted to the Lord. And all the families of the Gentiles will adore in his sight.
Every part of the earth shall remember and turn to Jehovah, and all the families of the nations shall worship before you.
28 For the kingdom belongs to the Lord, and he will have dominion over the Gentiles.
For the kingdom is Jehovah's, and he is the ruler over the nations.
29 All the fat of the earth have gnashed their teeth, and they have adored. In his sight, they will fall down, all those who descend to the ground.
All the prosperous of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him; and my soul shall live for him.
30 And my soul will live for him, and my offspring will serve him.
Posterity shall serve him. Future generations shall be told about Jehovah.
31 There will be announced for the Lord a future generation, and the heavens will announce his justice to a people who will be born, whom the Lord has made.
They shall come and shall declare his righteousness to a people that shall be born, for he has done it.
