Psalm 22

Deus, Deus meus
My God, my God, look upon me; why hast thou forsaken me  *
and art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint?
O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not *
and in the night-season also I take no rest.
And thou continuest holy *
O thou worship of Israel.
Our fathers hoped in thee *
they trusted in thee, and thou didst deliver them.
They called upon thee, and were holpen *
they put their trust in thee, and were not confounded.
But as for me, I am a worm, and no man *
a very scorn of men, and the outcast of the people.
All they that see me laugh me to scorn *
they shoot our their lips, and shake their heads, saying,
He trusted in God, that he would deliver him *
let him deliver him, if he will have him.
But thou art he that took me out of my mother’s womb *
thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother’s breasts.
I have been left unto thee ever since I was born *
thou art my God, even from my mother’s womb.
O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand *
and there is none to help me.
Many oxen are come about me *
fat bulls of Basan close me in on every side.
They gape upon me with their mouths *
as it were a ramping and a roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint *
my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting wax.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my gums *
and thou shalt bring me into the dust of death.
For many dogs are come about me *
and the council of the wicked layeth siege against me.
They pierced my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones *
they stand staring and looking upon me.
They part my garments among them *
and casts lots upon my vesture.
But be not thou far from me, O Lord *
thou art my succour, haste thee to help me.
Deliver my soul from the sword *
my darling from the power of the dog.
Save me from the lion’s mouth *
thou hast heard me also from among the horns of the unicorns.
I will declare thy Name unto my brethren *
in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.
O praise the Lord, ye that fear him *
magnify him, all ye of the seed of Jacob, and fear him, all ye seed of Israel.
For he hath not despised, nor abhorred, the low estate of the poor *
he hath not hid his face from him, but when he called unto him he heard him.
My praise is of thee in the great congregation *
my vows will I perform in the sight of them that fear him.
The poor shall eat and be satisfied *
they that seek after the Lord shall praise him; your heart shall live for ever.
All the ends of the world shall remember themselves, and be turned unto the Lord *
and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before him.
For the kingdom is the Lord’s *
and he is the Governor among the people.
All such as be fat upon earth *
have eaten and worshipped.
All they that go down into the dust shall kneel before him *
and no man hath quickened his own soul.
My seed shall serve him *
they shall be counted unto the Lord for a generation.
They shall come, and the heavens shall declare his righteousness *
unto a people that shall be born, whom the Lord hath made.