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.

Psalm 23

Dominus regit me.

The Lord is my shepherd *

therefore can I lack nothing.

He shall feed me in a green pasture *

and lead me forth beside the waters of comfort.

He shall convert my soul *

and bring me forth in the paths of righteousness, for his Name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil *

for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff comfort me.

Thou shalt prepare a table before me against them that trouble me *

thou hast anointed my head with oil, and my cup shall be full.

But thy loving-kindness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life *

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.