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Bay Psalm Book: Psalm 22

Psalm 22

To the chief musician upon Aijeleth Shahar a psalm of David.

1 MY God, my God, wherefore hast thou

forsaken me? and why,

art thou so far from helping me,

from the words of my cry?

2 O my God, I do cry by day,

but me thou dost not hear;

and eke by night, and unto me

no quiet rest is there.

3 Nevertheless thou holy art,

who constantly dost dwell,

within the thankful praises of

thy people Israel.

4 Our fore-fathers in thee have put

assured confidence:

they trusted have, and thou to them

didst give deliverance.

5 Unto thee they did cry aloud,

and were delivered:

in thee they put their confidence,

and were not confounded.

6 But I a worm, and not a man;

of men an opprobry,

and also of the people am

despis’d contemptuously.

7 All they that do upon me look,

a scoff at me do make:

they with the lip do make a mow,

the head in scorn they shake.

8 Upon the Lord he road himself,

let him now rid him quite:

let him deliver him, because

in him he doth delight.

9 But thou art he that me out of

the belly forth didst take:

when I was on my mothers breasts,

to hope thou didst me make.

10 Unto thee from the tender-womb

committed been have I:

yea thou hast been my mighty-God

from my mothers belly.


11 Be thou not far away from me,

for tribulation

exceeding great is near at hand,

for helper there is none.

12 Me many bulls on every side

about have compassed:

the mighty-bulls of Bashan have

me round environed.

13 They have with their wide-opened-mouths

so gaped me upon;

like as it were a ravening

and a roaring Lion.

14 As water I am poured-out,

and all my bones sundred:

my heart in midst of my bowels,

is like to wax melted.

15 My strength like a potsherd is dried;

and my tongue fast cleaveth

unto my jaws, and thou hast brought

me to the dust of death.

16 For dogs have compast me about;

th’ assembly me beset

of the wicked; they pierced through

my hands, also my feet.

17 My bones I may them number all:

they look’t, they did me view.

18 My cloths among them they did part:

and lot for my coat threw.

19 But thou Lord be not far, my strength,

to help me hasten thou.

20 My soul from sword, my darling from

the power of dogs rescue.

21 And from the mouth of the Lion

give me salvation free:

for thou from horns of Unicorns

answer hast given me.

22 Thy name, I will declare to them

that Brethren are to me:

in midst of congregation

I will give praise to thee.


23 Yee that do fear the Lord praise him,

all Jacob’s seed praise ye,

him glorify, and dread him all

ye Israel’s seed that be.

24 For he the poor’s affliction

loathes not, nor doth despise;

nor hides his face from him, but heats

when unto him he cries.

25 Concerning thee shall be my praise

in the great assembly:

before them that him reverence

perform my vows will I.

26 The meek shall eat and be suffic’d:

Jehovah praise shall they

that do him seek: your heart shall live

unto perpetual aye.

27 All ends of th’ earth remember shall

and turn unto the Lord:

and thee all heathen-families

to worship shall accord.

28 Because unto Jehovah doth

the kingdom appertain:

and he among the nations

is ruler Sovereign.

29 Earths-fat-ones, eat and worship shall:

all who to dust descend,

(though none can make alive his soul)

before his face shall bend.

30 With service a posterity

him shall attend upon;

to God it shall accounted be

a generation.

31 Come shall they, and his righteousness

by them declar’d shall be,

unto a people yet unborn,

that done this thing hath he.