Psalms 22
1 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?
To him that excelleth upon Aiieleth Hasshahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so farre from mine health, and from the wordes of my roaring?
2 I cry in the day, you do not answer, I cry in the night but find no rest.
O my God, I crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.
3 You are the Holy One, throned on the praises of Israel.
But thou art holy, and doest inhabite the prayses of Israel.
4 In you our ancestors trusted, they trusted and you delivered them.
Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didest deliuer them.
5 They cried to you, and found safety, in you did they trust and were not put to shame.
They called vpon thee, and were deliuered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
6 But I am a worm, not a person; insulted by others, despised by the people.
But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.
7 All who see me mock me, with mouths wide open and wagging heads:
All they that see me, haue me in derision: they make a mowe and nod the head, saying,
8 ‘He relies on the Lord; let him save him. Let him rescue the one he holds dear!’
He trusted in the Lord, let him deliuer him: let him saue him, seeing he loueth him.
9 But you drew me from the womb, laid me safely on my mother’s breasts.
But thou didest draw me out of ye wombe: thou gauest me hope, euen at my mothers breasts.
10 On your care was I cast from my very birth, you are my God from my mother’s womb.
I was cast vpon thee, euen from ye wombe: thou art my God from my mothers belly.
11 Be not far from me, for trouble is nigh, and there is none to help.
Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.
12 I am circled by many bulls, beset by the mighty of Bashan,
Many yong bulles haue compassed me: mightie bulles of Bashan haue closed me about.
13 who face me with gaping jaws, like ravening roaring lions.
They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.
14 Poured out am I like water, and all my bones are loosened. My heart is become like wax, melted within me.
I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15 My palate is dry as a sherd, my tongue sticks to my jaws; in the dust of death you lay me.
My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 For dogs are round about me, a band of knaves encircles me, gnawing my hands and my feet.
For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
17 I can count my bones, every one. As for them, they feast their eyes on me.
I may tell all my bones: yet they beholde, and looke vpon me.
18 They divide my garments among them, and over my raiment cast lots.
They part my garments among them, and cast lottes vpon my vesture.
19 But you, O Lord, be not far, O my strength, hasten to help me.
But be thou not farre off, O Lord, my strength: hasten to helpe me.
20 Deliver my life from the sword my life from the power of the dogs.
Deliuer my soule from the sword: my desolate soule from the power of the dogge.
21 Save me from the jaws of the lion, from the horns of the wild oxen help me.
Saue me from the lyons mouth, and answere me in sauing me from the hornes of the vnicornes.
22 I will tell of your fame to my kindred, and in the assembly will praise you.
I wil declare thy Name vnto my brethren: in the middes of the Congregation will I praise thee, saying,
23 Praise the Lord, you who fear him. All Jacob’s seed, give him glory. All Israel’s seed, stand in awe of him.
Prayse the Lord, ye that feare him: magnifie ye him, all the seede of Iaakob, and feare ye him, all the seede of Israel.
24 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.
For he hath not despised nor abhorred ye affliction of the poore: neither hath he hid his face from him, but when he called vnto him, he heard.
25 Of you is my praise in the great congregation; my vows I will pay before those who fear him.
My prayse shalbe of thee in the great Congregation: my vowes will I perfourme before them that feare him.
26 The afflicted will eat to their heart’s desire, and those who seek after the Lord will praise him. Lift up your hearts forever.
The poore shall eate and be satisfied: they that seeke after the Lord, shall prayse him: your heart shall liue for euer.
27 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.
All the endes of the worlde shall remember themselues, and turne to the Lord: and all the kinreds of the nations shall worship before thee.
28 For the kingdom belongs to the Lord: he is the Lord of the nations.
For the kingdome is the Lords, and he ruleth among the nations.
29 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.
All they that be fat in the earth, shall eate and worship: all they that go downe into the dust, shall bowe before him, euen he that cannot quicken his owne soule.
30 My descendants will tell of the Lord to the next generation;
Their seede shall serue him: it shalbe counted vnto the Lord for a generation.
31 they will declare his righteousness to people yet to be born: He has done it.
They shall come, and shall declare his righteousnesse vnto a people that shall be borne, because he hath done it.
