Psalm XXII

My God, my God, O why
Hast thou forsaken me?
Why from my roaring voice so far
Help and salvation be?

Thou hear'st me not, though I
Call to thee day by day;
And in the seasons of the night
I do not cease to pray.

But thou art holy, who
Inhabit'st Israel's praise:

Of old our Fathers trusted thee,
And thou didst help always.

They trusted unto thee,
From thee deliverance came:
They wholly put their trust in thee,
And were not put to shame.

But I am a poor worm,
Not worth the name of man;
Ev'n mens reproach, and much despis'd
I of the people am.

All they that look on me
Laugh me to scorn; and they
Shoot out the lip, and shake the head,
And thus against me say:

This man did trust in God
To save him: In our sight
Now let his God deliver him,
If he in him delight.

Thou took'st me from the womb;
Thou wast my hope and rest
When I a seeble Infant hang'd
Upon my mother's breast.

I was cast on thy care,
Even from my birth till now;
And from the womb that did me bear
My God and Guide art thou.

Be not far off, for grief
Is near, and no help found.

Many Bulls compass me; fat Bulls
Of Bashan me surround.

Their mouth they open'd wide,
Upon me gaped they,
Like to a Lion's ravening,
And roaring for his prey.

My bones are out of joynt,
Like water I am spilt;
Among my pained Intestines
My heart like wax doth melt.

Like a potsherd my strength
Is dry'd: My tongue cleaveth
Unto my jaws, and thou hast brought
Me to the dust of death.

For dogs have compass'd me,
And the assembled bands
Of wicked men enclosed me;
They pierc'd my feet and hands.

I may count all my bones,
On me they look and stare.

Upon my Vesture they cast lots,
My Cloaths among them share.

Be not far from me, Lord,
My strength, to help me hast:

My soul deliver from the sword,
Do not to Dogs me cast.

Save me from lying mouths,
For thou hast oft heard me;
Even from the horns of Unicorns
I have been sav'd by thee.

Unto my brethren I
Will yet declare thy name;
And with the Congregation great
I'le joyn to praise the same.

Ye that fear God, praise him,
His great name glorifie
All Jacob's seed; and fear ye him
Israel's posterity.

For he hath not despis'd
Th' afflicted's misery;
Nor hid his face from him, but heard
When he to him did cry.

In the Assemblies great
My praise shall be of thee;
And before them that do thee fear,
My Vows perform'd shall be.

The meek shall be suffic'd
With food: All praise shall give
To God, who him do truly seek,
Your hearts shall ever live.

All lands remember shall,
And turn unto the Lord;
And by all kindreds of the earth
Our God shall be ador'd.

The Kingdom is the Lord's,
He governs Nations all;
All that on earth by him are fed,
Before him down shall fall.

All shall before him bow,
That down to dust descend;
None can of all the sons of men
His life from death defend.

But still a holy seed
The Lord shall truly serve;
And God will them his chosen flock
Account and still preserve.

They shall come, and his work
Of righteousness make known
Unto a people yet unborn,
That this the Lord hath done.