Psalm 22
Deus, Deus meus
1
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?
2
O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not *
and in the night-season also I take no rest.
3
And thou continuest holy *
O thou worship of Israel.
4
Our fathers hoped in thee *
they trusted in thee, and thou didst deliver them.
5
They called upon thee, and were holpen *
they put their trust in thee, and were not confounded.
6
But as for me, I am a worm, and no man *
a very scorn of men, and the outcast of the people.
7
All they that see me laugh me to scorn *
they shoot our their lips, and shake their heads, saying,
8
He trusted in God, that he would deliver him *
let him deliver him, if he will have him.
9
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.
10
I have been left unto thee ever since I was born *
thou art my God, even from my mother’s womb.
11
O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand *
and there is none to help me.
12
Many oxen are come about me *
fat bulls of Basan close me in on every side.
13
They gape upon me with their mouths *
as it were a ramping and a roaring lion.
14
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.
15
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.
16
For many dogs are come about me *
and the council of the wicked layeth siege against me.
17
They pierced my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones *
they stand staring and looking upon me.
18
They part my garments among them *
and casts lots upon my vesture.
19
But be not thou far from me, O Lord *
thou art my succour, haste thee to help me.
20
Deliver my soul from the sword *
my darling from the power of the dog.
21
Save me from the lion’s mouth *
thou hast heard me also from among the horns of the unicorns.