Psalm 22

1. Part.
MY God, my God, wherefore hast thon
Forsook me? O wherefore!
Why art so far from helping now,
When I do cry and rore?
My God, I cry even all day long,
Yet hear'st thou not my moan:
All night I cannot hold my tongue,
But thou 'rt an only one.
Thou that inhabit'st Israels praise!
Our fathers hop'd in thee,
In thee they trusted all their dayes,
And thou did'st set them free.
They cry'd to thee, and by the same,
A blest deliverance got:
And, trusting in thy holy Name,
Confounded were they not.
But I'm not reckned for a man,
A despicable worm:
A meer reproach of men I am,
Whom all the people spurn.
All they that see me laugh, O God,
Shoot out the lip do they:
And shake their heads with scornfull nod,
And thus they speak, and say:
He trusted that the Lord would be
A Saviour for his sake;
Let him deliver him since he
In him delight did take.

2. Part.
EVen from the womb which me possest,
O Lord, thou took'st me thence:
When I was on my mothers brest,
Thou wast my confidence.
I from the naked womb was cast
Upon thy care alone:
Thou from my mothers belly wast,
The God my soul doth own.
Be not far from me, trouble's neer,
And none to help me out:
So many bulls have every where
Incompass'd me about.
Strong Bashan bulls encompassing
Prevent me all escape;
Their wide mouths like a ravening
And roaring Lion gape.
Like water I am shed and sunk,
My bones dis-joynted all:
My heart, within my bowels shrunk,
Like molten wax doth fall.
My strength is, like a potsheard, dri'd,
My tongue cleaves to my jawes:
In dust of death to be and bide,
Thou dost thy servant cause.
For dogs have me invironed,
Assembled wicked bands
Have me inclos'd and compassed;
They pierce my feet and hands.
Yea, I may reckon every bone,
On me they gaze and stare:
Upon my vesture lots are thrown,
And they my garments share.
But Lord my strength make haste to help,
And be not far from me:
My darling soul from cruell whelp
And bloody sword set free.
Lest I by Lions mouths be torn,
Save and deliver me:
For from the horns of Unicorns
Thou heard'st me pray to thee.

3. Part.
O Lord, I will declare thy Name
Among my brethren dear,
And I will spread thy praise and fame
In congregations here.
O yee his Saints that fear the Lord,
Praise him in word and deed:
Glorifie him with one accord,
O all yee Jacobs seed.
Yee seed of Israel do no less,
But always fear the Lord:
Because th'afflicted souls distress
He never hath abhorr'd.
He did not such a soul despise,
Nor unaffected hide
From him his favourable eies,
But heard him when he cry'd.
In great resort I'l spread thy fame,
And pay my vowes I will
Before them all that fear thy Name.
The meek shall eat their fill:
They shall, that seek him, praise the Lord,
Your hearts shall live for ay.
The worlds vast ends shall all record,
And turn to God shall they:
All kindred nations shall to thee
In humble worship fall:
The kingdoms gods, and he shall bee
Supreme of nations all.
All sat ones on the earth shall eat,
And worship him they must:
And they must bow before his seat
That stoop, and lick the dust.
His own soul none can keep alive.
A seed shall serve the Lord,
A Generation shall survive
Which we for his record.
They shall come forth, and there declare
His righteousnesse to those
That born in after ages are,
That God did thus dispose.