Psalms 22

1 To the Overseer, on 'The Hind of the Morning.' — A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?⋮

2 My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.⋮

3 And Thou art holy, Sitting — the Praise of Israel.⋮

4 In Thee did our fathers trust — they trusted, And Thou dost deliver them.⋮

5 Unto Thee they cried, and were delivered, In Thee they trusted, and were not ashamed.⋮

6 And I am a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.⋮

7 All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip — shake the head,⋮

8 'Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'⋮

9 For thou art He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.⋮

10 On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou art my God.⋮

11 Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.⋮

12 Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,⋮

13 They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.⋮

14 As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.⋮

15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.⋮

16 And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.⋮

17 I count all my bones — they look expectingly, They look upon me,⋮

18 They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.⋮

19 And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.⋮

20 Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.⋮

21 Save me from the mouth of a lion: — And — from the horns of the high places Thou hast answered me!⋮

22 I declare Thy name to my brethren, In the midst of the assembly I praise Thee.⋮

23 Ye who fear Jehovah, praise ye Him, All the seed of Jacob, honour ye Him, And be afraid of Him, all ye seed of Israel.⋮

24 For He hath not despised, nor abominated, The affliction of the afflicted, Nor hath He hidden His face from him, And in his crying unto Him He heareth.⋮

25 Of Thee my praise is in the great assembly. My vows I complete before His fearers.⋮

26 The humble do eat and are satisfied, Praise Jehovah do those seeking Him, Your heart doth live for ever.⋮

27 Remember and return unto Jehovah, Do all ends of the earth, And before Thee bow themselves, Do all families of the nations,⋮

28 For to Jehovah is the kingdom, And He is ruling among nations.⋮

29 And the fat ones of earth have eaten, And they bow themselves, Before Him bow do all going down to dust, And he who hath not revived his soul.⋮

30 A seed doth serve Him, It is declared of the Lord to the generation.⋮

31 They come and declare His righteousness, To a people that is borne, that He hath made!⋮