Psalm 22

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.