• Psalm 22
• Deus, Deus meus

¹ My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? *

and are so far from my cry

and from the words of my distress?

² O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer; *

by night as well, but I find no rest.

³ Yet you are the Holy One, *

enthroned upon the praises of Israel.

⁴ Our forefathers put their trust in you; *

they trusted, and you delivered them.

⁵ They cried out to you and were delivered; *

they trusted in you and were not put to shame.

⁶ But as for me, I am a worm and no man, *

scorned by all and despised by the people.

⁷ All who see me laugh me to scorn; *

they curl their lips and wag their heads, saying,

⁸ "He trusted in the LORD; let him deliver him; *

let him rescue him, if he delights in him."

⁹ Yet you are he who took me out of the womb, *

and kept me safe upon my mother's breast.

¹⁰ I have been entrusted to you ever since I was born; *

you were my God when I was still in my mother's womb.

¹¹ Be not far from me, for trouble is near, *

and there is none to help.

¹² Many young bulls encircle me; *

strong bulls of Bashan surround me.

¹³ They open wide their jaws at me, *

like a ravening and a roaring lion.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water;

all my bones are out of joint; *

my heart within my breast is melting wax.

¹⁵ My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;

my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; *

and you have laid me in the dust of the grave.

¹⁶ Packs of dogs close me in,

and gangs of evildoers circle around me; *

they pierce my hands and my feet;

I can count all my bones.

¹⁷ They stare and gloat over me; *

they divide my garments among them;

they cast lots for my clothing.

¹⁸ Be not far away, O LORD; *

you are my strength; hasten to help me.

¹⁹ Save me from the sword, *

my life from the power of the dog.

²⁰ Save me from the lion's mouth, *

my wretched body from the horns of wild bulls.

²¹ I will declare your Name to my brethren; *

in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.

²² Praise the LORD, you that fear him; *

stand in awe of him, O offspring of Israel;

all you of Jacob's line, give glory.

²³ For he does not despise nor abhor the poor in their poverty;

neither does he hide his face from them; *

but when they cry to him he hears them.

²⁴ My praise is of him in the great assembly; *

I will perform my vows in the presence of those who worship him.

²⁵ The poor shall eat and be satisfied,

and those who seek the LORD shall praise him: *

"May your heart live for ever!"

²⁶ All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to the LORD, *

and all the families of the nations bow before him.

²⁷ For kingship belongs to the LORD; *

he rules over the nations.

²⁸ To him alone all who sleep in the earth bow down in worship; *

all who go down to the dust fall before him.

²⁹ My soul shall live for him;

my descendants shall serve him; *

they shall be known as the LORD'S for ever.

³⁰ They shall come and make known to a people yet unborn *

the saving deeds that he has done.