Psalms

To the Chief Musician. On “the Hind of the Dawn.” A Melody of David.

22 My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Far from saving me The words of my loud lamentation?

2 My God! I keep crying—By day and thou dost not answer, and By night and there is no rest for me.

3 But thou art holy, Who inhabitest the praises of Israel.

4 In thee trusted our fathers, They trusted, and thou didst deliver them;

5 Unto thee made they outcry and escaped, In thee they trusted and had not turned pale.

6 But I am a worm and no one, A reproach of men and despised of a people;

7 All that see me laugh at me,—They open wide the mouth, They shake the head:—

8 He should trust in Yahweh—let him deliver him,—Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.

9 For thou art he that severed me from the womb, He that caused me to trust upon the breasts of my mother;

10 Upon thee was I cast from the time I was born, From the womb of my mother my God hast thou been.

11 Be not far from me for distress is near, For there is none to help.

12 Many bulls have surrounded me, Strong oxen of Bashan have enclosed me;

13 They have opened wide against me their mouth, A lion rending and roaring.

14 Like water am I poured out, And put out of joint are all my bones,—My heart hath become like wax, It is melted in the midst of my body;

15 Dried as a potsherd is my strength, And my tongue is made to cleave to my gums, And in the dust of death wilt thou lay me.

16 For dogs have surrounded me,—An assembly of evil doers have encircled me, They have pierced my hands and my feet,

17 I may tell all my bones, They look for—they behold me!

18 They part my garments among them, And for my vestment they cast lots.

19 But thou O Yahweh be not far off, O my help! to aid me make haste;

20 Rescue from the sword my life, From the power of the dog my solitary self:

21 Save me from the mouth of the lion,—Yea from the horns of wild beasts hast thou delivered me.

22 I will declare thy Name unto my brethren,—In the midst of the convocation will I praise thee.

23 Ye that revere Yahweh praise him, All ye the seed of Jacob glorify him, And stand in awe of him, all ye seed of Israel.

24 For he hath not despised nor abhorred the humbling of the patient one Neither hath he hid his face from him, But when he cried for help unto him he heard.

25 Of thee is my praise in the great convocation, My vows will I pay before them who revere him.

26 The patient wronged-ones shall eat and be satisfied, They shall praise Yahweh who are seekers of him, Let your heart live for aye.

27 All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to Yahweh, Yea all the families of the nations will bow themselves down before thee,

28 For to Yahweh belongeth the kingdom, And One to Rule over the nations.

29 All the great ones of the earth shall eat and bow down, Before him shall kneel all that go down to the dust, Even he who had not kept alive his own soul!

30 My seed shall serve him, It shall be recounted of the Lord to a generation that shall come:

31 That his righteousness may be declared to a people to be born, That he wrought with effect!