Psalm 22

Psalm 22

For the director of music. To the tune of “The Doe of the Morning.” A psalm of David.

^*My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?^a

Why are you so far^b from saving me,

so far from the words of my groaning?^c

My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,^d

by night,^e but I find no rest.

Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;^f

you are the praise^g of Israel.

In you our ancestors put their trust;

they trusted and you delivered them.^h

They cried to youⁱ and were saved;

in you they trusted^j and were not disappointed.^k

But I am a worm,^l not a human being;

I am scorned by everyone,^m despisedⁿ by the people.

All who see me mock me;^o

they hurl insults,^p shaking their heads.^q

“He trusts in the Lord,” they say,

“let the Lord rescue him.^r

Let him deliver him,^s

since he delights^t in him.”

Yet you brought me out of the womb;^u

you made me feel secure^v on my mother’s breast.

From birth^w I was cast on you;

from my mother’s womb you have been my God.

Do not be far from me,^x

for trouble is near^y

and there is no one to help.^z

Many bulls^a surround me;^b

strong bulls of Bashan^c encircle me.

Roaring lions^d that tear their prey^e

open their mouths wide^f against me.

I am poured out like water,

and all my bones are out of joint.^g

My heart has turned to wax;^h

it has meltedⁱ within me.

My mouth is dried up like a potsherd,^j

and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;^k

you lay me in the dust^l of death.

Dogs^m surround me,

a pack of villains encircles me;

they pierceⁿ my hands and my feet.

All my bones are on display;

people stare^o and gloat over me.^p

They divide my clothes among them

and cast lots^q for my garment.^r

But you, Lord, do not be far from me.^s

You are my strength;^t come quickly^u to help me.^v

Deliver me from the sword,^w

my precious life^x from the power of the dogs.^y

Rescue me from the mouth of the lions;^z

save me from the horns of the wild oxen.^a

I will declare your name to my people;

in the assembly^b I will praise you.^c

You who fear the Lord, praise him!^d

All you descendants of Jacob, honor him!^e

Revere him,^f

all you descendants of Israel!

For he has not despised^g or scorned

the suffering of the afflicted one;^h

he has not hidden his faceⁱ from him

but has listened to his cry for help.^j

From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly;^k

before those who fear you I will fulfill my vows.^l

The poor will eat^m and be satisfied;

those who seek the Lord will praise him—ⁿ

may your hearts live forever!

All the ends of the earth^o

will remember and turn to the Lord,

and all the families of the nations

will bow down before him,^p

for dominion belongs to the Lord^q

and he rules over the nations.

All the rich^r of the earth will feast and worship;^s

all who go down to the dust^t will kneel before him—

those who cannot keep themselves alive.^u

Posterity^v will serve him;

future generations^w will be told about the Lord.

They will proclaim his righteousness,^x

declaring to a people yet unborn:^y

He has done it!^z