Psalm 22, Part 2

But Thou art He, O God, through whom
I issued from my mother's womb;
And, hanging on the breast.
By Thee I still was kept from harms,
And in Thy everlasting arms
Have always found my rest.

O do not at a distance stand!
For sore distress is hard at hand,
A host of foes surround;
As Basinfs bulls, they gape and roar,
As lions, ready to devour,,
And none to help is found.

My blood pour'd out like water is.
Sharp pangs my soul and body seize,
Disjointing all my bones;
My heart like wax before the fire
Dissolves; my life doth all expire
In agonizing groans!

Thy wrath doth on my soul abide;
My strength is as a i)Otsherd dried;
And, blasted by Thy breath.
My tongue cleaves to my gums: Thy frown
Hath broke my heart, and brought me down
Into the dust of death!

Encompass'd by the dogs of hell,
The rage of fiends and men I feel.
They pierced my hands and feet;
My starting bones may all be told;
With joy my suff"erings they behold.
And all my pangs repeat!

My clothes they equally divide,
My vesture they by lot decide:
But Thou, O Lord, be nigh;
Make haste to' appear, my Strength, my Lord,
My soul deliver from the sword,
Revive me when I die!

Redeem my life from Satan's power;
Nor let the lion's mouth devour,
The unicorn's destroy:
Thou hast from all their fury freed.
And raised Thy Shepherd from the dead,
And fiU'd with endless joy.