Psalm 22:15–31
15 My strength is xdried up like a potsherd;
And ymy tongue cleaveth to my jaws;
And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 For zdogs have compassed me:
The assembly of the wicked have zzinclosed me:
aThey pierced my hands and my feet.
bThey look and stare upon me.
18 cThey part my garments among them,
And cast lots upon my vesture.
19 But be not thou far dfrom me, O Lord:
O my strength, haste thee to help me.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword;
†My darling †from the power of the edog.
21 fSave me from the lion’s mouth:
For thou hast gheard me from the horns of hthe unicorns.
22 iI will declare thy name unto jmy brethren:
In the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.
23 kYe that fear the Lord, praise him;
All ye the seed of Jacob, lglorify him;
And fear him, all ye the seed of Israel.
24 For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted;
Neither hath he hid his face from him;
But mwhen he cried unto him, he heard.
25 My praise shall be of thee nin the great congregation:
oI will pay my vows before them that fear him.
26 pThe meek shall eat and be satisfied:
They shall praise the Lord that seek him:
qYour heart shall rlive for ever.
27 sAll the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the Lord:
And all the tkindreds of the nations shall worship before thee.
28 uFor the kingdom is the Lord’s:
And he is the governor among the nations.
29 All they that be vfat upon earth shall eat and worship:
All they that go down to the dust shall wbow before him:
And none can keep alive his own soul.
xIt shall be accounted to the Lord for a generation.
31 yThey shall come, and shall declare his righteousness
zUnto a people that shall be born, that he hath done this.