Psalms 22

A cry of anguish, and a song of praise.

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not;

But thou art holy,

Our fathers trusted in thee:

They cried unto thee, and were delivered:

But I am a worm, and no man;

All they that see me laugh me to scorn:

Commit thyself unto Jehovah; let him deliver him:

But thou art he that took me out of the womb;

I was cast upon thee from the womb;

Be not far from me; for trouble is near;

Many bulls have compassed me;

They gape upon me with their mouth,

I am poured out like water,

My strength is dried up like a potsherd;

For dogs have compassed me:

I may count all my bones.

They part my garments among them,

But be not thou far off, O Jehovah:

Deliver my soul from the sword,

Save me from the lion’s mouth;

I will declare thy name unto my brethren:

Ye that fear Jehovah, praise him;

For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted;

Of thee cometh my praise in the great assembly:

The meek shall eat and be satisfied;

All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn unto Jehovah;

For the kingdom is Jehovah’s;

All the fat ones of the earth shall eat and worship:

A seed shall serve him;

They shall come and shall declare his righteousness